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raythe-god · 1 year ago

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Chapter 1 of Alana bloom X traumatized teen (Hannah ignores this :) )

AJ is a patient In a child's ward she is 15 and female.

The walls of the room are painted in a pastel pink. The floor is covered in a white sheet, while a desk and chair sit in opposite corners. There is a small window that allows a small amount of light it. The whole room is dim, as if they were trying to hide something. A young girl is huddled in the corner, with her knees pulled up to her chin and eyes closed. She’s wearing grey clothes, the shirt and pants looking slightly too large for her small frame. A psychiatrist, Alana Bloom, walks in, her face filled with concern.

AJ is rocking back and forth seeking comfort

Alana crosses the room to her, crouching down in front of her. "Do you know where you are, sweetie?" Alana says softly. The girl stays silent, still rocking back and forth. Alana gently grabs the girl's hands to stop her from moving.

The girl starts to freak out, pulling away from Alana and frantically crying. She’s trying to crawl into the corner behind her, sobbing loudly. Alana tries to calm her down, gently stroking her hair. "Hey, it's okay. You're safe here." she whispers. "No one is going to hurt you. My name is Dr. Bloom. Do you remember your name? What's your name?"

The girl sobs loudly.

"Hey, hey. Don't cry like this." Alana says softly. She tries to comfort the girl, but she’s not having any of it. She refuses to talk, continuing to rock back and forth while crying hysterically. The more Alana tries to soothe her, the more she panics. It has the feel of someone reliving some traumatic memory rather than someone who is simply sad.

Alana tries to take the girl's hands but the girl pulls away, screaming louder.

"Don't touch me! Don't touch me!" the girl cries out, still looking absolutely terrified. Alana, shocked by the child’s response, hesitates to respond. She’s confused and unsure of what to do.

Alana sits back, trying to figure out how to handle the situation. She looks into the girl's tear-stained eyes, feeling bad. She doesn’t want to cause any more distress but she is desperate to learn more about what the girl is experiencing. She decides to try a different approach.

Alana smiles gently as she stands up. "What's your name? Can you tell me your name?"

The girl shakes her head frantically. "No! No! No!" She shouts. "Don't take me back there!"

Alana is startled, she didn't expect such a strong reaction. "It's okay, you're safe." She says calmly. "No one is going to hurt you here. What's your name?"

The girl sobs harder, burying her face into her knees as she curls up into a ball. Alana is at a loss, frustrated that no matter what she says, the girl remains unresponsive. She sits back down, feeling hopeless.

After a few moments, she gathers herself and tries again. “It’s okay, it’s okay. You can trust me,” she says as she strokes her hair.

The girl suddenly looks up, her eyes filled with fear. “Don't hurt me, please ,No hurt no hurt"

"I won't hurt you," Alana says softly. "Can you tell me your name?"

The girl shakes her head, beginning to cry again. "I don't want to. I just want to go back!"

Alana looks concerned, but remains calm and gentle. "That's okay. It's alright. Do you know where you are?"

The girl shakes her head and curls into a ball again. Alana takes a deep breath, trying to think of a different tactic to get the girl to talk.

Alana leans in close, trying to offer some comfort. She strokes the girl's hair, trying to calm her down. She notices that she's shaking and hyperventilating.

With a soft voice, Alana asks the girl. "Can you tell me how old you are?"

The girl covers her ears, shaking her head and turning away. She's clearly very upset and can't seem to answer that question.

Alana takes a deep breath, feeling desperate. "How about... what's your favorite color?" she asks, trying a different approach.

She Shakes her head sobbing.

Alana is getting nowhere. She stands up, feeling defeated. She calls in a nurse to bring in a sedative, in case the girl can't be calmed. The girl just continues to rock back and forth in a fetal position while crying silently.

Alana sighs, feeling frustrated and concerned for the girl. Why won't she talk? What did she go through to make her terrified like this? She can't help but feel a pang of sadness, knowing that the girl must have experienced something awful.

The nurse arrives with the sedative, waiting for Alana's approval.

Alana thinks for a moment, feeling torn about the decision. She knows it's probably the best thing for the girl, but the whole situation is breaking her heart.

Finally, she gives the nurse a nod of approval, and the nurse approaches the girl with the sedative. Alana watches, hoping it won't traumatize the girl any more than she already is

As the nurse approaches, the girl starts resisting violently. She squirms and tries to get away, her fear and distress growing rapidly.

"Shh, it's okay," Alana says softly. "Sh--shhh."

The girl continues screaming and crying, trying to get away from both the nurse and Alana. She's terrified, but Alana holds her, trying to keep her as still as she can.

The nurse holds the sedative up, and the girl starts kicking at the air violently. She's crying, still screaming for them to leave her alone.

The nurse tries to hold her down as best she can, as Alana attempts to talk to the girl. "It's alright, it's alright. I'm here," she whispers. "Please don't fight, okay? It's all gonna be alright."

The girl continues to shout and kick violently, but Alana stays calm. She doesn't want to scare her more than she already is. She speaks slowly and gently, as if she were talking to a child.

The nurse gives her the sedative, but the girl just keeps screaming. She's terrified.

The nurse injects the sedative forcefully, as Alana continues to comfort the girl. She keeps speaking softly, trying to stay calm and soothing.

The girl stops kicking after a few seconds, and her body slowly starts to relax. The nurse moves her onto her back, and Alana strokes her hair. "It's okay," Alana whispers. "It's okay. Relax."

After a few moments, the girl is completely still, breathing deeply as the sedative finally takes effect.

The girl's body slumps in exhaustion, her breathing slowing and becoming more regular. Alana watches with relief as the girl finally calms down. She looks exhausted and scared, but also relieved.

Alana gets up, motioning for the nurse to do the same. It looks like the girl will fall asleep soon. "Give me a call if she wakes up," Alana tells the nurse. "I'll be in my office." The nurse nods and exits the room.

Alana turns back to the girl, watching her as she sleeps peacefully. She looks so fragile and traumatized.

The girl sleeps quietly, still looking scared, but seemingly more relaxed. As Alana watches her, her heart aches for her. She has no idea what the girl went through, but she seems to trust Alana. It's clear that she needs help. Alana's face is full of concern, but she decides to go back to her office for now.

In her office, Alana sits down at her desk and takes a deep breath. She feels helpless, not knowing how to help the girl, or how she can ever get the answers she needs from her.

Alana thinks about what to do next. She opens a file on her computer, reading through the girl's medical history. She tries to get some information about what's going on, but all of the notes are vague and unhelpful. There doesn't seem to be any diagnosis or treatment plan listed.

She tries calling the girl's parents or a guardian, to see if they can offer any answers, but she can't get ahold of anyone. The more she reads, the more frustrated and concerned she gets.

Alana paces around the room anxiously, trying to figure out what to do about this girl. She feels bad that she doesn't even know her name, or what caused her so much trauma.

She tries looking through other files and documents, trying to find any mention of this patient or her circumstances. She checks records from different hospitals, even trying to find information about her parents. Nothing. Not only is there no information for the girl, but there's no record of her even existing. There's no birth certificate, no driver's license, nothing at all.

Alana is baffled, puzzled by this mystery girl. How did she just appear one day, with no record anywhere of ever being born, or of existing at all? It's as if she stepped out of thin air, with no name, no life, no family. She might as well not even exist.

Alana continues searching through files, becoming more anxious and confused with every passing moment. She even tries searching for records of any missing children, or reported missing person's cases, but still, nothing.

Alana is at a loss. Where did this girl come from? She has no record of birth, no driver's license, no medical history. She doesn't even remember her own name.

Alana decides to go back into the girl's room, hoping that she's awake by now. She opens the door to find the girl sitting quietly on the bed, not making any noise, her eyes wide open.

Alana looks surprised to see the girl awake, but glad that she is. She walks toward the girl, hoping to finally get some answers.

The girl looks up at Alana when she enters. Her eyes are wide, like she's still afraid, but she doesn't try to run or act violent. She just stares, her eyes fixed on Alana, looking slightly relieved to see her there.

Alana smiles, trying to put her at ease. "Hello sweetheart," she says gently. "How are you feeling?"

The girl's eyes follow Alana, as if she recognizes her, but she doesn't say anything. She just stares, and Alana tries to talk to her again. "What's your name?"

"AJ"

"AJ?" Alana says slowly, sounding out the name. She looks at the girl, trying to understand. Does this girl even understand her? Why can't she communicate at all? At least this time, she isn't screaming or fighting back. That's a start.

Alana looks at the girl again, still uncertain. "Did you want me to call you AJ?" she asks kindly. She tries to offer a reassuring smile, to show the girl that she can trust her.

She nods.

"AJ." Alana says the name gently. "It's a very beautiful name. How old are you, AJ?" Alana asks, trying to get the girl to communicate with her.

AJ looks at her, tilting her head to the side. She doesn't say anything, but her eyes are studying Alana. Something is starting to click in Alana's mind, as she tries to understand the girl. Perhaps the girl only understands simple words and phrases. She’s going to try experimenting with more single-word questions, and see if the girl understands.

"15"

"Fifteen?" Alana says, sounding surprised. She looks at AJ, who nods her head slowly. AJ is fifteen years old, but she can't communicate beyond a few words. Alana tries to comprehend this information as she tries asking her another question.

"What's your last name, AJ?" she asks, trying to keep her voice soft and gentle. AJ studies Alana for a moment, then shakes her head. There seems to be no last name, either. What is going on here?

"No have" the girl replies.

Alana blinks, taking this in. No last name? It's like this girl doesn't exist. And yet, she's here. sitting in a hospital room. Alana is more confused than ever. She looks at AJ again, looking right into her eyes.

"How about your parents, AJ? Do you remember your parents?"

AJ stares right back at her, expressionless. "No have." She replies. It can't be that simple... right? Alana is silent, unsure how to proceed. She tries again, hoping to get more answers.

Alana raises her eyebrows, feeling even more confused. What does this girl remember? Who IS she? "AJ, do you remember how you got here? To the hospital?"

AJ still stares at her, but doesn't say anything. She shakes her head slowly, her eyes shifting everywhere but Alana's face. She's acting like she's in complete denial. Alana is losing patience, but keeps her voice gentle. A normal girl at her age should be able to talk to her about this. What's going on? Why can't she answer even the simplest of questions?

"Shouldn't be here" AJ states

"Sweetie, listen to me." Alana says, using her most soothing voice. The lack of information is making her desperate to know. "You should be in high school, making friends, living your life." She looks at the girl, hoping she’s getting through to her.

AJ's eyes are blank. She just looks back at her silently. She still says nothing, only looking confused and scared. Alana begins to worry that she might be too far gone to even communicate with her, let alone find out where she came from. What did this girl go through?

"Must go back to back go back"

Alana's eyes go wide, realizing that AJ is trying to tell her something. "Back where?" She asks. "Where do you want to go back to, AJ?"

AJ doesn't immediately respond, instead continuing to stare at Alana. Her eyes look more alert, and Alana gets the sense that she's been through something deeply traumatizing. It's possible she's not thinking clearly, only fixated on the idea of escaping this place.

"Not 'loud to say"

Alana's heart is beating louder. Does this girl know where she came from? Is she afraid of saying? Alana leans forward, desperate for any bit of information she can get from her. "AJ..." she urges the girl, trying to stay calm and gentle. "Where do you have to go back to? Where were you before this?"

"Not aloud to say if say bad bad"

Alana's heart is racing, but she's doing her best to act calm and soothing. She can't let AJ know how much she needs to know this information. "Sweetheart, nobody is going to get mad at you for telling me," Alana says softly. "You're not in any trouble, no matter what you say. You just need to tell me where you came from."

She looks at the girl, watching her closely. "Is it somewhere dangerous? Were you running from something...?"

"Dangerous? Yes danger danger"

Alana's heart skips a beat, feeling anxious but also relieved that AJ is communicating with her. Her mind is racing, trying to piece together the clues. AJ is clearly afraid of what might happen if someone finds out where she came from. Alana watches AJ, looking at the girl with concern.

"Okay AJ... listen to me. I know you're afraid, but nobody is going to hurt you." Alana says gently. "Do you understand?"

"They hurt hurt hurt"

Alana is getting more anxious, but she tries to keep it together and stay calm. "Who? What happened to you, AJ?" she asks gently. Her voice is soft, reassuring. "I'll do everything in my power to help you, but you have to tell me who hurt you." Alana tries to put herself in the girl's position- if she was this scared and anxious, would she still want to talk? Probably not.

Alana thinks for a moment, trying to think of another way to communicate with the girl. Maybe pictures would help...

"Bad people evil "

Alana thinks about the situation AJ is in, and an idea crosses her mind. She gets up and leaves the room for a moment, returning with a piece of paper and a pencil.

Alana walks back over to AJ and sits down next to her again. "AJ, listen to me. Can you draw me something?" Alana asks, looking at the girl. "I want you to draw someone you know. Someone from the place you just said you came from, okay?"

She draws what looks like the child assassin place that just got shut down.

Alana looks at the drawing, a bit surprised by the image. It looks like the sketch of the child assassin place that recently closed. Was that the place AJ came from?

She keeps looking at the picture, thinking about it for a moment. "Is this where you come from, AJ? This place?" It's possible that AJ's drawing wasn't accurate, or that the image is just an expression of how the girl felt when she was at the killer house.

Alana isn't sure what to think. She looks back at AJ, waiting for any kind of confirmation.

"Must go back and have to go back"

AJ's response makes Alana feel anxious. "Must go back?" She repeats, looking at the girl for clarity. "Why do you need to go back?" Alana asks, trying not to sound threatening.

There's a pause, as AJ continues to look at Alana. It's hard to tell what the girl is thinking about. Alana takes a moment to gather her thoughts, before speaking again. "AJ... it's gonna be okay. Please calm down, and let's try to figure this out, okay?"

"Must go back or bad"

Alana is a bit confused by this response, but she tries to stay calm. "What do you mean by 'back, or bad?'" Does AJ mean that she needs to go back or something bad will happen? Is someone threatening her? It's possible that her ability to communicate might be improving. She still needs to confirm this idea though, because this girl's behavior is making Alana more and more nervous maybe the girl is being threatened into keeping quiet.

"Killed if doesn't must go back"

Alana's eyes go wide, and her heart starts pounding. She's terrified of what this girl is saying, but Alana keeps a brave face and tries to stay calm.

"AJ..." She says slowly, "Do you mean someone is hurting you? Trying to kill you if you don't go back there?" Alana tries to wrap her mind around this information. "Sweetie, you don't have to go back. I won't let anyone hurt you. I promise."

"Have to "AJ looks genuinely confused.

Alana nods. She understands that the girl is still afraid, and probably still in shock from what happened to her.

"AJ, if there's someone threatening you, we can fix that," Alana says slowly, trying to give the girl reassurance. She doesn't want to scare her. "Whoever they are, we can make it so they can't hurt you. You just need to tell me who they are, okay? If you tell me, I can get rid of them, and keep you safe. You don't have go back there."

"What country?"

Alana blinks, caught off guard by the question. The girl is asking which country this all happened in? Alana realizes that she doesn't even know where the girl is from.

"Um..." She replies, pausing for a moment to think. "What country are you from, AJ?"

"Russia that why English no good "

Alana raises her eyebrows, finally understanding something about the girl. "Russia?" She confirms, sounding surprised. "Sweetie, you're from Russia, and you speak Russian?" The things AJ is telling Alana keep getting more and more bizarre. This girl is confusing, but Alana's heart goes out to her. She looks so lost and afraid.

She nods.

"So you're really from Russia?" Alana says slowly, trying to keep herself from sounding stunned. "Do you have family there? Parents? Are they the ones trying to hurt you, AJ?" Alana's mind is racing, trying to piece everything together. If AJ is from Russia, that explains why she's not registered in any database- the records don't exist. No birth certificate, no driver's license...

Alana thinks back to the drawing AJ made. It looked like the child assassin place they just shut down, but that was in the U.S...

"Me assassin me bad"

Alana can't believe what she's hearing. "You... were one of the assassins?" She says, taking a moment to let the answer sink in. She looks at the girl, looking at this child in front of her. Is it possible that she was a part of any of this? Alana isn't sure what to think. She knows that the girl is clearly traumatized, but it's becoming more and more clear. AJ's lack of communication isn't because she doesn't know how to communicate, it's because she's too traumatized to...

"Since 4"

Alana's eyes widen, taking in this new piece of information. "Since... since you were four?" She repeats, sounding surprised. The girl has said very little, but what she has said is more shocking than Alana imagined.

It's one thing if AJ's speech is affected by trauma, but the fact that she's been an assassin since she was a small child is unbelievable. Alana's mind is racing, trying to comprehend what she is hearing from the girl.

"I don't wanna hurt anyone else" she crys.

Alana is shaken by the tears. This poor, traumatized girl. Alana can't even imagine what kind of life AJ has lived up until now. It is no wonder that she is so scared.

"AJ, you don't have to hurt anyone else." Alana says gently, trying to convey that she's here for her. "You're safe here." She looks at the girl for a moment, hoping that she might get through to her. "Come here." Alana says, gesturing for the girl to come closer.

AJ comes closer, and Alana hugs her tight. The girl is so petite, small and thin. Alana can feel how tense and afraid the girl is. AJ doesn't say anything else, just allowing herself to be held by Alana. The doctor doesn't let go, just holds the girl firmly, wanting the girl to feel safe and secure in her arms. She's going to make sure that this girl gets the help she needs.

"Safe"

"It's okay, AJ." Alana says gently, hoping that her soothing tone is comforting to the girl. After a moment, Alana releases the girl from the hug, but remains close by. "We'll figure this out, I promise."

AJ stays close to Alana, and doesn't move away. Alana is glad that the girl isn't trying to run or hide again, which means she feels at least moderately comfortable with Alana. This is good progress. If AJ feels safe with her, it will make it easier to communicate with the girl and figure out what happened to her.

"Safe"

Alana can see that AJ is still tense and scared, but this is a new development. She feels safe enough to say the word "safe." This could potentially be the start of something bigger.

Alana looks at the girl and smiles softly. "That's right, sweetie. You're safe okay? I promise." She pauses for a moment, wanting to try something. "Is it okay if I ask you a few questions?"

"O'ay"

Alana takes a deep breath, ready to help AJ as best as she can. She just needs to know what happened.

"AJ, is there anything else you remember?" Alana says, trying to get the girl to tell her anything that might be helpful. "Please, anything that you can tell me? Do you know what happened to you, or if anyone else was involved?"

"Pain"

AJ's response makes Alana feel tense. The girl is clearly trying to communicate something important- she feels pain. "AJ, do you mean that you were hurt? Hurting you? Did someone hurt you?" It's possible that this girl is hiding a horrible secret, and Alana needs to find out everything she can about what happened to AJ.

"How we trained "

AJ's response terrifies Alana. The poor girl has had her entire life stolen from her. She was basically trained to be a killer since birth. Alana is beyond angry and confused... This girl's entire life is the result of abuse and manipulation. Was she taken from her family? Or was she raised with the intention of turning her into an assassin?

Alana takes a deep breath, trying her best to stay calm. "AJ, who trained you? And how did they train you?" She says, trying to figure this out.

"Pain pain pain "

AJ's repeated response worries Alana, but the girl is clearly having a difficult time trying to talk about what happened.

"Okay AJ, I get that you were in pain. I understand." Alana says slowly, trying to be as comforting as possible. "You don't have to say anything you don't want to. You're safe. Everything the doctors are doing is just to help you."

There's a pause, as Alana looks at AJ. "Did you ever get to be a child?" she asks, wanting to see if AJ even remembers a normal childhood.

"No not aloud "

Alana's heart sinks. This girl is still so young herself, and she was forced to give up her entire life. Alana doesn't know who would do something like this to a child.

"Did you ever have a mother? Or father?" Alana asks gently, hoping to find out if AJ ever had parents.

"Nono"

AJ's response worries Alana more. The girl doesn't remember anything but pain. This poor, traumatized girl. All she knows is pain and suffering. Alana tries to wrap her mind around that. Was that the only thing this child ever knew? If that's the case, then it's no wonder the girl is so traumatized and confused.

"Okay, AJ," Alana says, taking a moment to think. "So, you don't remember anything before the training?"

She nods

Alana keeps looking at the girl, not sure what to say. Does that mean that no one ever showed AJ any kindness in her life before this? The poor girl's entire life has been stolen from her. Was it done intentionally, so that someone could use her for a purpose? Or did they just not care about how much pain she would be living in?

Alana tries not to let her emotions show, keeping her voice steady and calming. She needs the girl to feel safe, and to know that it's okay for her to explain things.

pauses, looking at AJ for a moment "I wish I could take the pain away... I know it must be hard." Alana's voice is soft and sensitive as she speaks. "I promise to do everything I can to make sure that you never have to feel like this again, okay?"

"Ok"

Alana smiles slightly and pats the girl on the arm. It's clear that AJ is still scared and stressed, but at least she's starting to trust Alana. That is something to be hopeful about.

"Sweetie, I know I've asked you a lot of questions already, and I know you don't know a lot. But I just need to know one more thing." Alana looks at the girl, wanting her to listen to what she has to say carefully. "Do you know anything besides pain? Do you remember anything else about your life?"

"Killing"

AJ's response is terrifying. This poor, traumatized girl had nothing in her life except killing? It's horrifying to think about. Alana takes a deep breath, still trying to process what the girl is saying. "So, your entire life was focused on killing? That's what you were trained for?"

"Yes"

The more Alana hears the more horrified she is. This girl never had any kind of childhood... She was basically trained to be a weapon. Something to be pointed at a target and told to fire. It breaks Alana's heart... How could anyone do this to anyone?

"AJ, you understand that killing is wrong, don't you?" Alana asks, wanting the girl to confirm that she's aware that what she was doing was morally wrong.

She tilts head to side

Alana can't help but to chuckle slightly at AJ's response. The girl is still so innocent, despite everything she's been through. She may not fully understand the concept of good and evil yet. "Killing isn't a good thing to do, AJ." Alana says slowly. "It means to hurt someone enough to kill them, to take their life. Do you understand now, sweetie?"

"No?"

AJ's response breaks Alana's heart. This poor, traumatized girl doesn't understand that killing is wrong. She's so confused and lost... This girl's entire life was taken from her, and she has no idea what happened or why. Alana looks at the girl, wondering what else she can say that will get her to understand.

"AJ, do you know what death is?"

"When they good people go sleep forever and bad go to hell?"

Alana can see that the girl has a lot of mixed up definitions of words. She is likely just repeating words and phrases she heard in passing, and may not fully understand the meaning behind what she's saying.

"Sweetie, death is permanent." Alana says gently, "People who are bad go to hell after they die, and good people go to heaven." She's not sure if this is what AJ's religion taught her, but it's a simple enough concept. "So, we have to make sure that you don't hurt anyone anymore. Can you do that for me, AJ?"

"it good to kill if they bad"

AJ's response worries Alana. It sounds like the girl has been taught for a large part of her life that killing is okay, and that it's good to kill people if they are "bad". Alana is starting to get a better understanding of what the girl has been through. What has this girl seen? Who has been teaching her these things?

Alana looks at AJ and tries to be patient. "AJ, who told you that it's good to kill people if they are bad?"

"Handler"

The girl mentions a "handler." This makes Alana's suspicions even stronger that the girl has been trained to kill. She was raised to believe that it was okay to take the lives of those she perceives as "bad". That's a terrifying thought.

Alana looks at AJ, trying to understand what the girl knows. "AJ, what else did your handler tell you?"

"That I'm bad so when I no longer useful I must die too"

Alana's eyes widen. The implication of what AJ just said is shocking. This poor, traumatized, abused child has been trained to believe that she's bad, and that she will have to die if she's "no longer useful" to this handler. It is heartbreaking and terrifying.

"Sweetie, you're not bad." Alana says slowly, trying to reassure the girl.

"AJ, you have to listen to me, okay? This 'handler' is wrong and doesn't know what he's talking about. You're a good girl. You don't deserve to die."

"But handed said they are always right"

AJ's response makes Alana feel sick. Of course the girl believes that the handler is always right. She's never experienced anything else in her entire life. If her handler says that she deserves to die, then she has no other reason to think otherwise. This is a sad and heartbreaking situation.

"No, you can't believe that, AJ." says Alana firmly. "The handler is wrong, and you don't deserve to die."

AJ is just a child, one who has been through so much. Now, it's time to help her heal and recover through proper mental care.

"Oh"

Alana can see the doubt and confusion on AJ's face. The girl has been taught to believe whatever this handler has said. She is scared and doesn't know who or what to believe.

"Sweetie, you need to trust my words." Alana says gently, trying to reassure the girl. "I am going to take care of you, I promise. The Handler is wrong, you do not deserve to die. I'm going to make sure that you are safe, okay?"

"Ok safe sounds good"

AJ's response makes Alana so relieved. The girl's entire life, she's only known violence, pain and suffering. To hear that she feels "safe" and is in a safe place, is so important.

Alana keeps looking at the girl, making sure that AJ understands that she is safe with her. "Sweetie, you're safe with me, it's alright. No one is going to hurt you while you're here."

"Safe safe is safe good"

AJ keeps repeating "safe" and it warms Alana's heart. The girl is starting to understand that she's somewhere where she is going to be treated better than what she's had before. Alana hopes that this will help AJ to heal and begin to trust her, since she has never felt safe in all of her life. Alana tries to remain patient as she watches AJ. She hopes that the girl's trust will continue to build over time, and that she will eventually feel comfortable to tell her more about what she's experienced.

AJ's little smile makes Alana smile as well. She is so happy to see the girl begin to trust her enough to show her emotions, to smile and to feel safe.

Alana takes a moment to look at the girl sitting in the chair in front of her. AJ is so small, so vulnerable. It's difficult to imagine how she could have experienced such terrible things, yet still have a sense of kindness inside of her. It says a lot about her, and Alana hopes that they are making progress.

"I wanna be safe"

Alana looks at AJ, seeing how sincere the girl is about feeling safe and wanting to be safe. It's touching and sad.

"AJ, you are safe here with me. I'm not going to let anyone hurt you when you're with me, okay? "Alana says gently. "You'll be safe here. No more pain. "

"Safe no pain safe no pain"

Alana sees that the girl is still repeating the phrase "safe, no pain." She's clearly very scared, and feels a sense of comfort in saying this. Alana smiles gently and leans forward to place her hand on AJ's shoulder.

"There's no pain and safe with me, AJ. "Alana says, trying to reassure the girl. "You don't have to fight for your safety. You're safe now. "

"Safe now safe now"

Alana looks down at the girl, touching her hand gently. "You're safe now, AJ." Alana says again, "I'm not going to let anyone hurt you. You're safe."

"I am going to make sure that you are okay and that you are free from pain, AJ." Alana continues to reassure the girl. "You don't have to fight anymore. You're safe here."

"Pain free pain free"

Alana's heart goes out to the child. She clearly doesn't know how else to express herself, or how to say that she's been in so much pain and has been abused and hurt. AJ is finally safe now, but it seems like she's just trying to make sense of what has happened and to feel safe.

Alana nods gently and smiles. "No more pain, AJ. No more pain."

"No more pain no more pain no more pain" stops... "Promise "

Alana nods, smiling at the girl. "I promise, AJ." Alana says, hoping to reassure her that she is finally safe. "No more pain."

AJ's little smile is adorable, as she nods in response. It's so refreshing to see her acting like a child again, instead of being worried about having to defend herself.

She giggles and claps" safe no pain promised"

AJ's giggle and clapping makes Alana's heart melt. It's nice to see the girl still acting like a child, now that she's safe. Alana smiles and claps along with her, feeling happy that after everything the girl has been through, she is finally safe. She's free from the abuse, from the pain, and from this dark world she's been forced to live in.

Alana has so much hope for the girl's future, now that she may finally feel safe and have a chance to make friends, and to just be a child. The girl deserves that.

Alana leans forward and kneels down to the girl's level, so she is face to face with her. "AJ, can you look at me please?" she asks gently. "It's important that you listen to me, because I need to tell you something."

Alana makes sure that she has the girl's attention, and that AJ is fully paying attention to what she's going to say next.

She stops clapping and giggling and looks

AJ looks up at Alana, and that's when Alana takes a deep breath and looks at AJ with a gentle, but important look. "AJ, I know you've been through a lot in life, and I want to make sure you understand something."

Alana looks at the girl and pauses, waiting for her to fully listen to what she has to say.

She Tilts her head

Alana leans forward a bit more, knowing that this is a conversation that AJ needs to pay attention to. "AJ, you're safe with me, okay? You don't have to worry about defending yourself, or killing or anything like that. It's not what I want you to do."

"Sweetie, I need you to understand that the things the handler made you do were wrong." Alana continues, "You have never done anything wrong yourself, and you never deserve to die. Okay? That's what I want you to remember. "

"No death no die no die"

"Exactly, AJ," says Alana with a gentle smile. "There's no dying, no death. Remember this, okay? No matter what anyone tells you, that's what I want you to remember. Okay, AJ?"

AJ nods, seeming to have understood what Alana has explained to her. "No death, no dying." AJ repeats. This conversation has been a big relief for Alana, because she knows that AJ is beginning to understand that she's safe.

Alana smiles at AJ and watches to see if the girl understands the conversation they had. "That's right, AJ. No dying, no killing. You're safe now, okay?"

AJ nods, smiling slightly. She seems relieved and happy, and Alana feels happy that she was able to make the girl feel better. It's important that no one tells AJ that she deserves to die and to hurt others ever again.

"Safe"

Alana smiles as she hears AJ say "safe." This means that the girl understands what Alana explained to her, and that she is happy to feel safe. "Good, AJ. You're safe with me."

Alana continues to look at the girl and waits for a moment to see if AJ has anything else to say or if she's finally ready to relax.

AJ smiles widely, still seeming a little bit on edge as she sits in front of Alana. The girl has been through so much trauma and hurt, she's been afraid of everyone and everything for so long that she has to adjust and learn how to trust. Alana still hasn't completely earned the girl's trust, but Alana is so happy that she was able to ease the girl's fears a little.

As Alana looks at the girl, her heart breaks even more. The girl's smile is adorable and sweet, but her eyes are filled with so much sadness and fear. It breaks Alana’s heart to see just how much this girl has suffered, and how innocent she is now. She's just a child and has been forced into a life of pain and misery. It's no life for a child. Alana just wants to take the girl in her arms and comfort her, telling the girl that she will be safe and okay.

She Curls up to Alana

Alana can see that AJ is still a bit afraid, and is seeking comfort in any way that she can. AJ is not a child who has ever been shown love and affection, so Alana is more than happy to give it to her.

Alana looks at the girl and smiles, before leaning forward and placing her arms around AJ. The girl immediately curls up into Alana, and it warms her to see that AJ trusts her enough to feel safe enough to physically cling to her.

AJ keeps her head close to Alana and hugs her, seeking comfort in the woman's arms. Alana is happy to provide it. She watches as AJ continues to cling to her and look up into her eyes. The girl is finally starting to feel safe enough to relax, and Alana hopes that this is a big step towards AJ recovering from everything that she's been through. Alana smiles and rubs the girl's back, hoping to comfort her as best as she can.

AJ keeps her head pressed close against Alana and clings to her, seeming reluctant to let go. If the girl feels safe enough in her arms, Alana will let her stay there as long as she'd like. It's important for the girl to feel safe and to be able to heal, and if Alana provides a sense of comfort and security, then she will be happy to do so.

AJ continues to cling to Alana, burying her face into her, refusing to let go. The girl is still deeply afraid and confused, but at least it feels good to be held.

AJ seems to be content with just staying this way, clinging to Alana and holding on for dear life. Alana just smiles at the girl and looks down at her. She may not have understood everything that Alana explained, and her trust might not be completely solidified, but AJ is finally finding a tiny bit of comfort and she seems grateful for it. Alana is happy to provide this comfort to the girl, and she wraps her arms around AJ and keeps the girl close.

AJ doesn't want to let go of Alana, and that makes Alana smile. The girl is just a child, looking for any bit of comfort she can find. This is the first time she's felt this close to anyone, and she's clinging to the feeling as long as it lasts.

Alana continues to wrap her arms around the girl and stroke her hair, hoping to make the girl feel as comforted as possible. She might not be able to completely trust Alana yet, but Alana won't stop trying to build that trust, and she's happy to provide this comfort.

AJ sighs and relaxes a little, having found some comfort and safety in the warmth of Alana's arms. She keeps her head pressed against Alana and closes her eyes, trying to take in this sense of serenity.

Alana can only imagine what the girl has been through to feel so relieved to be experiencing something as simple as being close to someone. The girl needs all the comfort and safety she can get if she's going to heal and to be able to learn how to trust again. Hopefully Alana can help the girl get that.

AJ curls her arms around Alana's back, clinging to the woman and enjoying the comfort she's found. She closes her eyes, finally just resting and enjoying the feeling of safety and security.

Alana continues to hold the girl, rubbing her back and running her fingers through her hair. It's a moment of peace and calm for the both of them, and Alana is happy that she was able to provide that for AJ. She hopes this will be the start of the girl recovering from everything she's been through, and the start of a new life for her.

The nurses come in

AJ is startled by the nurses coming into the room, and jumps away from Alana. The girl is immediately back to being alert and on her guard. Alana looks at the nurses and then back at the girl.

"It's alright, AJ." Alana says soothingly. "It's just the nurses."

AJ nods, still nervous, but she leans back against Alana's arms, seeking the comfort and safety that she felt before. Alana smiles and holds her close again. It was just a scare, and the girl can go back to feeling safe.

AJ leans back against Alana and continues to cling to her, seeming much more relaxed after being able to be close with Alana again. She still looks nervous, and Alana rubs AJ's back and speaks soothingly, wanting to make sure the girl stays calm.

"There's nothing to be afraid of, AJ." Alana says, her attention still on the girl. "It's just the nurses. You're safe, okay?"

Alana smiles as she watches AJ cling to her and try to remain calm as the nurses enter the room. AJ is still very afraid of people coming near her, but Alana has earned her trust enough that the girl wants to stay near her even when she's nervous.

Alana watches the nurses as they enter, making sure that they don't try to touch the girl or say anything to scare her off. She just needs to make sure that they don't do anything to make AJ even more confused and afraid.

She Grips tighter

AJ continues to cling to Alana, clutching the woman as she watches the nurses move about the room. The girl doesn't want to let go, and continues to feel safe in Alana's arms. Alana smiles and strokes the back of AJ's head, speaking sweetly and soothingly.

"There's nothing to be afraid of, AJ." Alana repeats. "You're safe, I promised you that."

AJ nods and continues to grasp Alana tightly, her little eyes blinking rapidly as she looks at the nurses in the room with her and Alana. She's afraid that in a split second, something will happen and she'll be hurt again, or forced to hurt someone else, like the handler did to her.

Alana strokes AJ's hair and speaks gently to her. "Nobody is going to hurt you, AJ. You're safe. Okay?"

She's still on guard

AJ continues to look around with a nervous look on her face, her hands still clutching Alana tightly. The girl seems to feel a little bit more comfortable being held by the woman, but she's still on her guard and watching her surroundings for anything that might scare her.

Alana smiles and keeps talking soothingly, rubbing AJ's back and speaking gently. "It's okay, AJ. Everything is alright. You're safe and nobody is going to hurt you."

Aj nods, trying to focus on Alana's voice instead of what's going on around her. The girl is so used to feeling fear and having to defend herself, that it is very difficult to relax and feel safe. But Alana has her in her arms, and it seems like AJ trusts her enough to try to relax a little bit. Alana can just keep talking to try and keep AJ focused on her and feeling safe and protected.

AJ slowly relaxes and calms, her grip on Alana becoming less tight. The girl closes her eyes for a moment and sighs, seeming to be a little less on her guard. She is finally beginning to trust that she is safe with Alana, and that she won't harm her.

Alana smiles and strokes AJ's hair, glad to see the girl finally relax, even if it's just a little bit. AJ deserves to have moments of peace and calm, and Alana is glad she is able to provide that for her.

AJ eventually lets go of Alana and relaxes even further. She looks up at the woman, smiling slightly at her. The girl is beginning to trust Alana more and more, and it's a significant step towards helping her heal.

Alana is happy that AJ is finally beginning to feel safe and trust her, even if it's just a little bit. She knows that it will take time, but it's a good first step. The girl can finally begin her road to recovery and healing, and Alana will be there to help her.

#hannibal #will graham #alana bloom #alana x margot #children #trauma #hannibal angst #angst

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imfromsixam · 2 years ago

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Boho Baby (CC Pack for The Sims 4)

I am happy to share with you my new modern Boho-Baby CC PACK dedicated to the little ones! A collection of everything you need to create a warm, special space for you and your children 😊

▶ ABOUT THE CC PACK

32 items.

Confort: Toddler Bed Mattress, Toddler Bed Frame, Chair, Loveseat, A functional Piti/Tent.

Build: 6 wallpapers.

Decorative: Bassinet, Chalk Board, Mobile Hanger, 2 Paintings, Panda Bear, 2 Stickers with various designs, Crocodile Toy, Cubes Toy,

Lighting: Night Table Lamp.

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Thanks to my friend PandaSama for let me create a new design of their Diaper Changing Table Mod and the Rocking Horse Mod.

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reasonsforhope · 8 months ago

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Flint, Michigan, has one of the [United States]'s highest rates of child poverty — something that got a lot of attention during the city's lead water crisis a decade ago. And a pediatrician who helped expose that lead problem has now launched a first-of-its-kind move to tackle poverty: giving every new mother $7,500 in cash aid over a year.

A baby's first year is crucial for development. It's also a time of peak poverty.

Flint's new cash transfer program, Rx Kids, starts during pregnancy. The first payment is $1,500 to encourage prenatal care. After delivery, mothers will get $500 a month over the baby's first year.

"What happens in that first year of life can really portend your entire life course trajectory. Your brain literally doubles in size in the first 12 months," says Hanna-Attisha, who's also a public health professor at Michigan State University.

A baby's birth is also a peak time for poverty. Being pregnant can force women to cut back hours or even lose a job. Then comes the double whammy cost of child care.

Research has found that stress from childhood poverty can harm a person's physical and mental health, brain development and performance in school. Infants and toddlers are more likely than older children to be put into foster care, for reasons that advocates say conflate neglect with poverty.

In Flint, where the child poverty rate is more than 50%, Hanna-Attisha says new moms are in a bind. "We just had a baby miss their 4-day-old appointment because mom had to go back to work at four days," she says...

Benefits of Cash Aid

Studies have found such payments reduce financial hardship and food insecurity and improve mental and physical health for both mothers and children.

The U.S. got a short-lived taste of that in 2021. Congress temporarily expanded the child tax credit, boosting payments and also sending them to the poorest families who had been excluded because they didn't make enough to qualify for the credit. Research found that families mostly spent the money on basic needs. The bigger tax credit improved families' finances and briefly cut the country's child poverty rate nearly in half.

"We saw food hardship dropped to the lowest level ever," Shaefer says. "And we saw credit scores actually go to the highest that they'd ever been in at the end of 2021."

Critics worried that the expanded credit would lead people to work less, but there was little evidence of that. Some said they used the extra money for child care so they could go to work.

As cash assistance in Flint ramps up, Shaefer will be tracking not just its impact on financial well-being, but how it affects the roughly 1,200 babies born in the city each year.

"We're going to see if expectant moms route into prenatal care earlier," he says. "Are they able to go more? And then we'll be able to look at birth outcomes," including birth weight and neonatal intensive care unit (NICU) admissions.

Since the pandemic, dozens of cash aid pilots have popped up across the nation. But unlike them, Rx Kids is not limited to lower-income households. It's universal, which means every new mom will get the same amount of money. "You pit people against each other when you draw that line in the sand and say, 'You don't need this, and you do,' " Shaefer says. It can also stigmatize families who get the aid, he says, as happened with traditional welfare...

So far, there's more than $43 million to keep the program going for three years. Funders include foundations, health insurance companies and the state of Michigan, which allocated a small part of its federal cash aid, known as Temporary Assistance for Needy Families.

Money can buy more time for bonding with a baby

Alana Turner can't believe her luck with Flint's new cash benefits. "I was just shocked because of the timing of it all," she says.

Turner is due soon with her second child, a girl. She lives with her aunt and her 4-year-old son, Ace. After he was born, her car broke down and she was seriously cash-strapped, negotiating over bill payments. This time, she hopes she won't have to choose between basic needs.

"Like, I shouldn't have to think about choosing between are the lights going to be on or am I going to make sure the car brakes are good," she says...

But since she'll be getting an unexpected $7,500 over the next year, Turner has a new goal. With her first child, she was back on the job in less than six weeks. Now, she hopes she'll be able to slow down and spend more time with her daughter.

"I don't want to sacrifice the time with my newborn like I had to for my son, if I don't have to," she says."

-via NPR, March 12, 2024

#united states #flint michigan #michigan #cash aid #basic income #poverty #poverty relief #child poverty #mothers #pregnancy #prenatalcare #healthcare #healthcare access #public health #child development #good news #hope

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agendabymooner · 1 year ago

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the problem with following orders ! mark w. x ofc (vettel!ofc)

summary: in 2013, the famous multi 21 situation occurred at the malaysian grand prix. at the beginning of 2014, sebastian vettel’s sister - who was a popular figure in uk - was seen going on a date with his former rival. OR lydia ‘liddy’ vettel was finally married to mark webber after his many attempts of proposals and her three pregnancies to their beautiful children.

content warning: “sistergate”, use of explicit language, age gap (no specific age), brother!sebastian vettel, multi 21 references (this is literally the plot and the joke), little mix references (ofc is a member), dilf!mark webber, briefly mentioned zayn malik

note: whoever put mark webber in my head needs to go to jail. enjoy xx

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tagged aussiegrit

liked by lewishamilton, oscarpiastri, danielricciardo

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jadethirlwall MRS. WEBBEEEEER !!! 😩 liked by lydiavet

leighannepinnock i should’ve stolen you and the kids from him when i had the chance 😭 liked by lydiavet

lydiavet i wouldn’t have opposed to that 😶

jensonbutton i’m surprised sebastian didn’t object 😂 liked by lydiavet

lydiavet it was a good idea you’ve taped him on the chair, jens 🥰

oscarpiastri finally 🙏 liked by lydiavet

landonorris MISSUS WEBBAH 😫 liked by lydiavet

sebastianvettel so happy for you sister 🙌 liked by lydiavet

jensonbutton no you’re not 😂 when you first found out they were dating the first thing you said was “i wish he was dead”

lydiavet and the first thing you told me was “you need to get your head checked” 😂

aussiegrit and you said “i'm gonna kill you, webber”

aussiegrit luckiest man in the world ❤️ liked by lydiavet

lydiavet i love you so much 🫠❤️

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margot alana

maude amelia

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#mark webber x reader #mark webber imagine #mark webber #mark webber fic #formula one imagine #formula one fic #formula one x oc #formula one fanfiction #formula one smau #f1 fanfic #f1 smau #f1 imagine #f1 fic #f1 fluff #sebastian vettel imagine #red bull racing imagine #f1 social media au #f1 instagram au

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honeygrahambitch · 2 months ago

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"Name your children after your favorite things"

Me: good night "the subplot from Paragon where Alana gives Will's dogs up for adoption and then Will hates her in a petty way for the rest of the story"

#paragon spoilers #i think about that almost daily #hannibal #hannigram #hannibal lecter #will graham #hannibal nbc #hannibal fanfiction

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v-wendale · 3 months ago

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Map of the wolrd for Children of Alana some detail are subject to change in the future

https://www.royalroad.com/fiction/45374/children-of-alana

#children of alana #furry art #novel

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menciemeer · 2 years ago

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Sometimes I think about Louise Hobbs for too long and start going a little crazy.

Garret Jacob gets all the attention on the show. Abigail gets it from fandom. The absence of Louise is almost invisible. She’s not there. We don’t think about her.

We don’t think about her, of course, because she’s not in canon in the first place. She has no lines. Her name is not mentioned in dialogue. She only barely appears on camera.

Here is Louise Hobbs alive and well. Striking about this bit, once I was looking at it: she doesn’t look towards the camera, she doesn’t look towards her family members, and her family doesn’t look towards her. They move around one another and don’t directly interact. Look at it: Abigail and Garret Jacob Hobbs are communicating, here, in a way that she’s entirely cut off from.

(And, ok, listen, I’ve gotta sidebar. Even before Abigail actually picks up the phone, GJH is keeping track of where she goes. There are no clear frames of this tiny interaction, but look:

he’s keeping tabs on her. The minute she moves, he’s checking over his shoulder to see what she’s up to. By contrast, he doesn’t look at his wife even once.)

(One other thing about this tiny little scene of them playing house. GJH has absolutely no chill. He is tense and intense even before he gets on the phone. It’s not really possible to tell what Abigail is thinking through all of this--we know from later that she’s a pretty good liar--but Garret Jacob Hobbs is not subtle. He’s jumpy as fuck, and he’s probably that way all the time.)

Continuing.

The next time we see Lousie, she’s being shoved out the front door. Think about that. GJH didn’t kill her immediately. He’s not interested in seeing her dead. He’s using her to buy time in the kitchen with Abigail because he knows he doesn’t have any left.

The way I remembered Louise dying was with a cut to her throat, but look at it. She’s got wounds on her arms, on her torso. He wasn’t careful, or quick. He didn’t hold out his hand to her and ask her to come closer. He attacked her, shoved her out the door, and slammed it behind her.

That is the end of Louise Hobbs.

Hobbs family dynamics just. Absolutely fascinate me. (Too much.) I so desperately want to know what it was like to be Louise Hobbs. I want to know how much she knew, how much she suspected, and how much she refused to let herself understand. She’s the cannibal the show cares about the least. She’s the one who dies so that someone else can have a little more time.

The show constantly returns to the idea of murder as a way to break or make families. Besides the Hobbs family, there’s the children and foster mother from Oeuf, Gideon killing his wife in backstory, Lawrence Wells who killed his own son, Margot and Mason, and of course Dolarhyde’s obsession with killing families together. Louise Hobbs’s is a murder to break a family. She is, very literally, cast out.

We do see her one last time:

It’s interesting that, when Abigail sees this, Alana is the one who becomes her mother. Whatever you want to say about the long-term feasibility of the Murder Family, it’s indisputable that Hannibal was never interested in planning a future with Alana. She’s there nearly by accident. Holding a place meant for Will. She is not part of the plan.

If Abigail mourns for Louise, she does it off-screen. We see flashbacks to her interactions with Garret Jacob, but, after this, Louise never returns. We’re left to wonder, or to forget, all on our own.

#hannibal #hannibal meta #louise hobbs #abigail hobbs #garret jacob hobbs #.#i kind of wish i had a conclusion to this you know #An Thesis #but i really don't #i just have spent Way Too Long thinking about what the hobbs family must have been like #just rolling around in Man That Was Awful For Every One Of Them #also #i'm not saying here that People Should Pay Attention To Louise Hobbs #you know #she's a very minor character and That's OK #i'm just saying that i spend more time thinking about her than her screentime warrants #and today it spilled over #okokok that's it i'm done now #good bye send post begone thoughts

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storiesforallfandoms · 2 years ago

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we have to stop meeting like this ~ eminem

word count: 3465

request?: yes!

“hi!! love your work :) can you do a fem reader x eminem where they are both on vacation at the same resort, but don’t know each other yet. they keep running into each other throughout their vacation and he finally decides to ask her to get dinner and they hit it off and he knows immediately she’s special and he’s going to be with her for a long long time. thanks xxx”

description: he never expected to meet someone on this vacation, but things have a funny way of happening sometimes

pairing: eminem x female!reader

warnings: swearing

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Marshall was a workaholic. Everyone in his life knew that. He was always “on”, so to speak, and very rarely gave himself any actual breaks.

But after his two daughters had gotten engaged, and his youngest child had graduated from high school, Marshall realized that life was too short to be spending all of his time on work. He decided to take the time he had between albums and actually have a proper break - a vacation with his family.

He set everything up: a week long vacation in the Dominican for himself, his three children, Hailie and Alana’s fiancés, and Nate and his wife and their kids. He had even invited Kim to come along if she wanted, thinking it would be good for the kids to have both of their parents together, acting civil, during the first real family vacation they had been on in a long time, but she declined the invitation.

Marshall set up so that everyone had their own rooms, even Stevie, as he felt it would be way less awkward for the everybody than sharing one or two rooms between 10 people, especially for the three couples.

It was an unbelievably beautiful day when they arrived. Hailie and Alana were immediately enthralled by the idea of going to lay by the pool and enjoy the sun, and Nate’s kids were already energized by the idea of getting to play in the pool all day. Marshall was just excited to get into an air conditioned bedroom. From the moment they stepped off the plane he realized he made a mistake by wearing black jeans and a black hoodie, and not bringing a change of clothes in his carryon to change into when the plane landed. By the time they arrived to the resort they were staying in, he was dripping in sweat.

The feeling of the cool resort lobby was a welcoming one as he walked in to check in. There was one person by the front desk, a young man who was on the phone as Marshall arrived. At first, it seemed the young man wasn’t paying attention, so Marshall tapped on the bell on the front desk to draw the attention to him. The man’s gaze flickered over at him for a second before returning his full attention to the phone call. The action surprised Marshall, and he went to tap the bell again before a voice cut him off.

“That’s pointless. He’s not going to respond.”

Marshall looked over to see a woman stood beside the counter, leaning on her suitcase with another, smaller bag tossed by her feet.

“I’ve been waiting for 10 minutes to check in,” she continued. “He’s too deep into whatever that phone conversation is to answer.”

“There’s no one else working?” Marshall asked.

“Apparently not. I asked if anyone else could check me in, but he just ignored me.”

“Well, that’s unprofessional.” Marshall turned back to the man and said, “Listen, I have nine other people waiting to get to their rooms so they can go out and enjoy the weather. Is there anyone else who can come and check us in?”

The man held up his index finger, signaling “one moment”, before turning to the computer in front of him.

“10 people? Damn, you must’ve brought the entire family,” the woman joked.

Marshall chuckled. “I basically did. It’s me, my three kids, two of them are engaged so their fiancés are with us, and then my brother, his wife, and their kids.”

She whistled. “Wow, you really did bring the entire family. Makes me feel lonely just being here by myself.”

“There’s nothing wrong with a solo vacation. I just haven’t been able to take my family on a vacation in a while because of...work. Trying to make it up to them now.”

“Well, taking all of them to a Dominican resort would definitely be making it up to them in my books.” She moved from her suitcase to extend a hand to Marshall. “I’m (Y/N), by the way.”

“Marshall. It’s nice to meet you.”

Their introduction was cut off by the sound of a hushed argument. They both turned to see that another employee of the resort had appeared and was very clearly chastising the man at the desk in a hushed voice. Their argument was brief before the new employee angrily dismissed the man, then plastered a customer service smile on his face and turned back to (Y/N) and Marshall.

“I am so sorry for the inconvenience, you two,” he said. “Seems my colleague thought to take a phone call for a reservation over checking in guests. May I help the two of you check in?”

Marshall turned to (Y/N) and gestured for her to go first. “You were here before me.”

“Thank you.”

Marshall waited patiently while she gave him her name and information on her stay. It took this new employee - who, judging by the difference in his uniform versus the employee who had been here before, was a manager - mere seconds to find (Y/N) in their system and to give her a keycard for her room. He apologized again for the wait while (Y/N) turned to walk away.

She looked back at Marshall and waved before making her way to the elevator. Marshall watched her go until the elevator doors closed around her, cutting the two of them off finally.

“Sir?”

Marshall snapped out of his trance and approached the front desk to get check in. In the same speedy manner, the manager had found his reservation, assigned him five separate rooms, and had five cards scanned and passed to him. Marshall thanked him, waving away another apology, and went back outside to find his family.

“That took you long enough,” Hailie teased when she saw him approaching.

“Front desk issues,” Marshall said, passing them their keycards. “I figure we take it easy for this first day, but if you guys want we could check out their restaurant for dinner tonight. I caught a glance at it while I was waiting and it looks a lot fancier than some of the restaurants back home.”

Alana chuckled. “Everything here is gonna be fancier than back home, dad.”

They all agreed to the plan and went in to get changed from their flight. They were all on the same floor, but each room was separated by quite a bit. Marshall’s was at the end of the hall, luckily near the ice machine. He almost felt like taking the ice and shoving it into his hoodie and pants at this rate. Anything to get rid of the intense heat.

He quickly peeled off his sweaty clothes and tossed them to the side. The air conditioning was on full blast and he sighed with relief as he felt it against his bare skin. The room came with a mini fridge, which was already stocked with multiple beverages, including several bottles of water. Marshall grabbed one and chugged half of it almost immediately.

After cooling down enough that he thought he could handle the heat, he grabbed a pair of shorts to put on and took a towel from the bathroom to take with him by the pool. He decided not to take a shirt with him. The less clothes he could get away with, the better.

When he stepped out of his room, there was someone at the ice machine. He glanced at them for a moment, not thinking anything of it, until he did a double take and saw that it was (Y/N). She looked up from her ice bucket and smiled as recognition crossed her face.

“Hey,” she said. “I see you got checked in alright.”

“Yeah, that guy was a lot more efficient than the one before him,” Marshall said. “Are you on this floor, too?”

She shook her head. “Next floor up. This is the closest ice machine apparently. So, I gotta hope the ice doesn’t melt by the time I lug it up the stairs back to my room.”

He noticed her eyes wandering to his naked torso, his collection of tattoos on display. She tried to make it seem like she hadn’t been looking, which made Marshall smirk.

“Going down by the pool?” she asked.

“Yeah, gotta soak up as much of the sun as I can before I can’t anymore.”

She nodded. “Cool...yeah...maybe I’ll - uh - see you down there.”

“Maybe you will.”

She nodded again, almost like she was unsure of what else to say. They both awkwardly excused themselves to go their separate ways again. Marshall had to fight the urge to look back at her as he walked towards the elevator again. She had definitely been checking him out, but he couldn’t lie and say he hadn’t been checking her out, too. Actually, he had been stealing glances at her since they met in the lobby. She was absolutely gorgeous, wearing a floral sundress and a pair of light sandals, her toenail polish matching her fingernail polish.

He shook his head to snap out of his thoughts as the elevator door opened. He had only just met the woman, he couldn’t be thinking about her so intensely already. For all he knew, he would never see her again once their vacation ended. She would be another memory tied to this week in paradise he had planned.

Hailie and Alana were already by the pool when he arrived. The area around the pool was full of people, but there was enough room that it didn’t feel jam packed. Most of the other visitors were in the pool, enjoying the cool water and the drinks they had in their hands. Nathan was sat by the edge with his legs in the water as he watched his kids playing around. Marshall pulled a chair up next to Hailie and laid back.

“Where’s Ash?” he asked Nathan.

“She wanted to take a quick nap before dinner tonight,” Nathan responded. “She was up almost all night with the kids. They were too excited to sleep.”

“Why weren’t you up with them?” Alana asked, peering at her uncle over her sunglasses.

“I was for a while!” Nathan said, putting his hands up in surrender. “I just sleep more soundly than she does, so when I got to sleep their giggling and talking didn’t wake me! I told her that I would’ve stayed up with them, too, if she had woke me.”

One of the kids splashed Nathan, both of them giggling evilly as their father exclaimed in shock. Nathan pushed off the edge of the pool and got in, causing the two kids to scream and swim away from him.

“It’s so fucking hot here,” Marshall muttered.

“That’s usually the appeal of the Dominican, dad,” Hailie teased.

“I know that, smart ass,” he retorted. “I’m just making a comment. It took me forever up in my room to cool down, and now I feel like I’m fucking melting again. At this rate I might just walk around the resort naked.”

Both of his daughters made noises of protest, which Marshall smiled at.

Eventually, Stevie came down to join them by the pool as well, and Alana and Hailie’s fiancés decided to take up residence in the pool with Nathan. Marshall rested his head back against the chair, closing his eyes to block out the sun. His body felt like it was on fire again, but the lack of heavy clothing this time made it more bearable. He could get used to having constant sun like this.

It had to be a coincidence that when he opened his eyes and lifted his head again he saw (Y/N) walking at the other end of the pool. She wasn’t looking at them, she hadn’t made any sounds to draw attention to herself. He just opened his eyes and there she was. He walked her pick a vacant spot across from them to put her towel and her bag down. His eyes widened as he watched her pull her dress over her head, revealing the two piece bikini she was wearing underneath.

“Who are you staring at?” Hailie asked.

Marshall jumped. He wasn’t sure how long he had been staring at (Y/N), but it was obviously long enough for it to be noticeable. He really hoped she hadn’t seen him.

Hailie followed his eyeline and smirked when she got the answer to his question. “She’s pretty.”

“We’ve run into each other a few times already,” Marshall said, trying to cover his ass.

“I’m sure you have,” Hailie teased.

(Y/N) got into the pool and swam around in one spot for a while before she began to make her way towards where Marshall was sat. He sat up quickly, although he wasn’t sure why. It would’ve made more sense for him to stay lounged back. Now he just looked like he was very eager to see her.

Which he was, but she didn’t have to know that.

(Y/N) swam up and leaned against the edge of the pool in front of the three. “Okay, we have to stop meeting like this.”

Marshall chuckled. “I’m not saying this was planned, but I did tell you I was coming out by the pool. Seems less than coincidental this time.”

“Oh, I assure you it was definitely all an accident,” she said. “I just also happened to be coming down to the pool. Totally forgot you said you’d be here too.”

They were both smiling at one another and Marshall forgot the world around them. He even forgot his own two daughters next to him, until he heard one of them clear their throats. When he looked over, they were both watching the scene with an amused smile on their faces.

“These are my daughters, Hailie and Alana,” he said. “Girls, this is (Y/N).”

“Nice to meet you,” (Y/N) said.

“You too,” Alana said.

“Hey, (Y/N), do you have any plans tonight?” Hailie asked. Marshall looked over at her in confusion.

(Y/N) shook her head. “No. Just enjoying the spot while I can.”

“Dad wanted to try the restaurant here at the resort, but we’re all pretty tired from the travel and all the sun. Maybe you two could go together.”

Marshall had to stop himself from whipping around in his chair to look at Hailie in disbelief. He tried to keep his cool, but suddenly his heart was pounding against his chest and the heat was feeling more suffocating than it had before.

(Y/N) looked up at Hailie, then to Marshall. A smile was tugging at the corners of her lips. “That sounds nice. What time should I meet you down there?”

“Uh, I guess...around 6 should be okay,” Marshall said.

(Y/N) nodded. “That sounds good to me.”

She pushed away from the edge and went back to swimming around in the pool. Hailie looked proud of herself as she laid back in her chair again, ignoring the questions and protests from her father.

But Marshall couldn’t lie, he was very excited to get some one on one time with (Y/N).

~~~~~~

The girls explained the change of plan to Nathan, their fiancés, and to Stevie, all of which seemed very okay with the idea.

“I can take Ash on a date night instead,” Nathan said. “We won’t sit anywhere near you guys though, bro, don’t worry about that.”

So, with this sudden date in place, Marshall found himself digging through his suitcase to find anything that could be considered more “formal attire”. He hadn’t planned to meet anyone on the resort this way. He didn’t think there would be anyone he would have to impress. None of the clothes he packed seemed to do the trick, but he didn’t have much time left till he was supposed to meet (Y/N). He had to pick something, so he grabbed another pair of shorts and a plain t-shirt.

(Y/N) was waiting in front of the restaurant as Marshall exited the elevator. He almost breathed a sigh of relief when he saw she was also wearing a pair of shorts and a tank top. Nothing too formal, but something good enough for a surprise date.

“Hey,” Marshall said, getting her attention.

She turned and smiled. “Hey. I see you have a shirt this time.”

Marshall chuckled. “Yeah, I’m hoping the restaurant is air conditioned. Otherwise, I might get kicked out for stripping down if I get too warm.”

(Y/N) laughed at his joke, which sounded like music to his ears.

They walked in and were promptly seated at an empty table. The place wasn’t close to being full by any means, but it was still pretty busy. Marshall figured the resort had no problems staying busy at all times of the year. It was a beautiful spot, decently affordable and, besides that one rough patch when he had come to check in, the staff were very nice. He would love to come back again. Especially if this date with (Y/N) worked out.

They engaged in the usual small talk, getting to learn more about one another now that they were actually able to have some alone time together. Marshall was open with (Y/N) about his celebrity status - which luckily had not interfered with the vacation so far. To his surprise, (Y/N) admitted she had no idea that he was famous.

“I’m not into that kind of music,” she said. “No offence or anything, it’s just not my scene. I’m very much a pop and/or rock type of person.”

Hearing her say that felt like a weight had been lifted from Marshall’s chest that he didn’t even know had been there. There was always that small worry that he was getting into a relationship with someone who saw him more as Eminem the rapper than as Marshall Mathers the person. But (Y/N) seemed genuine about now knowing who he was, which made him feel like he could really relax for the rest of the night.

The night was going by very smoothly. Marshall found himself really falling for this woman in a way he hadn’t in a very long time. He worried that maybe it was happening too fast considering the fact they had only met for the first time that day, but then again there was a chance this relationship was also fleeting.

Which was something that had to be brought up eventually, and both of them knew it.

During a lull in their conversation, (Y/N) was the one to ask first, “So...what happens at the end of the week when you go back to Detroit and I go back to my home?”

Marshall sighed. “I didn’t really want to bring it up.”

“I didn’t either,” she admitted. “I’ve been having such a good time, I don’t really want to think about that future.”

Marshall thought for a moment before saying, “Would you be willing to do long distance if we had to?”

She nodded. “Of course. I’ll give anything a try, honestly.”

“I think...I could come see you. That would be easier to do than you coming to Detroit since you have your career and everything there. I can come see you and stay with you for some time, and next time you can get a prolonged time off work you could come visit me in Detroit. But the times in between...we’re just going to have to trust that we can do long distance for as long as we need to.”

(Y/N) reached across the table to slip her hand into his. “I think we can do that.”

Marshall gave her hand a squeeze. “I don’t want this to come off as me trying to push things too quickly between us. We only met for the first time today, we’ve only gone on one date. If you don’t want things to continue past here, I totally understand and I can respect that.”

She smiled and giggled. “If this were any other scenario, I think I would be more worried about going too fast and whatnot. But right now...I don’t know. I feel different with you. From the moment I saw you in the lobby, I feel like there was a connection between us that would be a waste not to explore it. Like you said, even if this doesn’t continue past the end of both of our vacations, at least we gave it a try.”

Marshall smiled. “Yeah, that sounds good to me.”

(Y/N) picked up her glass and raised it towards him. “To giving it a try.”

He chuckled and tapped his glass against hers. “To giving it a try.”

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Loyalty Chapter 14

Synopsis: Pairings: Aemond Targaryen x Tyrell Reader

Aemond Targaryen x Ellyn Baratheon

Alys Rivers x Aemond Targaryen

Jaecerion Targaryen x Reader

Jason Lannister x Reader (minor)

(more to come!)

Y/n Tyrells Profiles

Warnings: Angst, heartbreak, childbirth, emotional turmoil, death, unrequited love?, humiliation by Ellyn Baratheon, marital abuse, marital consummation, misogamy (internalized as well as external), brief depictions of smut, moontea/abortions, suicide, mentions of rape (not to the reader), Plot twist at the end!

"Queen Helaena is dead." Black hung before you face, the veil a mask of calm. Sitting in a straight backed chair some would think you were a ghostly apparition. Cloth hung about you life a shroud.

"How did she die?" Lady Mari looked to her hands, pale and shaking. "She threw herself off Maegor's Holdfast. There was a riot in Kings Landing. Dragons were killed and Rhaenyra has fled." "So she is alive." Despite the numbness there was a flair of anger. Sweet Helaena was dead while Rhaenyra was alive. "Yes. But not her son Joffrey. He tried riding Syrax and....." Lady Mari was unable to finish. Once upon a timw you too would have felt pity. He was not Lucery's. Now you felt nothing but deepening horror. "Did Helaena suffer?" "No. I think it was quick." Letters of the dead had flowed in. Prince Maelor had also passed, torn apart by a mob.

You no longer dreamed of the forest or darkness. For the first time in months you had true dreams. Dreams of the lost flitted through your head. Alana, Elinor, Flora, Clarissa, Aemond, your parents. Even Lucerys and Ellyn's cases loomed from the darkness. Owen was now sleeping in your arms at night. Every time night came you feared he would disappear. This war had taken everything from you. Would all those you loved all die or leave? Every day you waited for new that more would die. Looking at Ladies Mari and Dara you feared they too would perish. Quietly you waited in the room. Waiting for the other shoe to drop.

As Westeros smolders in the wake of dragon fire survivors are left devastated. Rhaenyra Targaryen flees with her son Aegon. Her Strong children and Velaryon son dead. The youngest son dead or missing. Bereft and with little comfort Rhaenyra flees to Duskendale. The Battle of Tumbleton ends in the death of Prince Daeron the Daring along with three dragonseeds. Aegon is left in pain on Dragonstone, Alicent Hightower, his mother, is left on her knees in anguish.

"Prince Jaecerion is just outside of Kings Landing with his army. But My Lady, his dragon has died.” Lady Mari looked up at you with trepidation in her eyes. Sitting in your chair you said nothing. Information seemed to be slowly trickling in. Prince Daeron was dead and Jaecerion was right outside of Kings Landing, right in the belly of the beast.

You barely reacted to the new, at least outwardly. Lady Mari looked are you warily, unsure of what to do. It did not matter to you. Nothing really mattered, except your son. Owen lay in his crib beside your chair. He would not leave your side again. The chair was the only thing keeping you up. Otherwise you likely would have just slumped on the bed. The hard back on the chair forced you to sit up straight. Painful cramps you did not acknowledge formed in the muscle. Your body was as numb as your emotions. Perhaps the dark green dress you wore might have itched terribly otherwise. The corset ached, your ribs crying out. Ribbons tied tightly into your hair nearly looked painful, and it was.

"My Lady." Lady Mari seemed to have made up her mind about something. Dismissing herself, she disappeared. Closing your eyes you just sat there. You wanted to do something, but nothing occurred. Books and sewing held no appeal anymore. You could always ask for food. Lady Jenna had never denied you that.

Lady Dara and Cerilla entered. Cerilla stayed put as Lady Dara walked towards you. Without asking she took your hand. With no energy to rebuke her you did nothing. "Why not write a letter to Prince Jaecerion?" Annoyance peaked through the numbness. "I would hardly think he has the time to respond.” Ignoring the coldness of your tone Lady Dara pulled out parchment and quill. "He may not. But it might help you." Maybe it would. With Lady Dara's help you stood up and hobbled over to the table. "I can write it for you." All she got was a nod. But when she dipped the quill in ink no words came. Sitting there as a mute you only looked outside. "Why don't we start with his name?" "Alright. Dear Jaeceryon."

Dear Jaecerion,

I hope this letter finds you well. I dearly miss you and hope you return to my side. It has not been long since we last met and I miss you every day. Please return to my side soon.

With much love,

Y/n

The letter was hardly anything to write home about. But Lady Mari could tell you were tired. The sun was setting and it was nearly night. "Why don't we get ready for bed?" In no mood to object you allowed her to lead you to the bed. Laying down you reached out for Owen. He was quickly settled into your arms.

You dream of a prince with silver hair. This was not one of your nightmares born out of others power. In the darkness a light had appeared. He sat astride on a great stallion. His silver armor bedecked with amethysts gleamed in pure sunlight. He was ridding towards you across a green field. You raced towards him.

Jaecerion had yet to write back. Normally you would think he was ignoring you (although Jaecerion never had before) if it were not for the war. Every day you waited as there was little else in your world. Who did you give the letter to?" Lady Mari asked you. "I gave it to Lady Dara." Lady Mari looked skeptical. "Do you know who she gave it to?" "Yes. Some page boy." "And did she say the letter made it directly to his hands, in her presence." Placing down the brush you turned to Lady Mari. "What is with the sudden interrogation?" "Not interrogation My Lady. I am simply worried the letters never made it." You thought about it. The only person you could think of who might do this was Cerilla. But you had made sure there was no way she could get her hands onto your letters. "Very well. I shall call up the page boy next time."

You started to write another letter.

Dear Jaecerion,

I do not know if my past letters have made it to you. If they have then I understand the labour of your task is of the upmost importance. However I would at least like to know if you are getting my letters. I hope you are feeling well, and may the Gods keep you safe.

Sincerely,

Y/n Tyrell

You were starting to desire a life outside of Highgarden. This place was starting to feel like a prison. The walls were starting to close in around you. A headache had started to set in leaving you nearly bedridden. And none if this could be good for your son. Lady Mari had offered to take the boy out but you refused. Although you trusted her Owen would not leave your sight. You started to truly dream of life once the war was done. That was not if you were not killed, should Rhaenyra win. Who knew what would happen, the realm had gone to hell.

A week later the page boy came to your door. When he opened the door you ran right to him. Taking the letter, forgetting your manners, you opened the letter in great haste. Lady Mari looked up from her book, which you swore she had read over a dozen times. Lady Mari, who was sitting by the window, turned her head. Quickly the boy was dismissed. "What does it say?" Lady Mari walked up to you. Eagerly you tore apart the trappings.

Lady Y/n,

I have received your letters and am very glad to have them. The lateness for this letter is not due to my negligence. This war has made it difficult for any letters to get through. I hope when the false queen is dead that you will return to me, and think of my proposition.

Sincerely,

Prince Jaecerion of House Targaryen.

"Well that's good." Lady Mari placed a hand on your shoulder. Taking the letter from you she looked it over, eyes narrowed. Smiling, you walked over to the small writing table. "Will you be replying?" "Of course. Get me my ink will you." With ink and parchment you replied, feeling lighter than you had in a while.

Dear Jaecerion,

I am happy to hear from you again. And I apologize if my letters came at an inconvenient time. As to your proposition for marriage, I wish to see you in person regarding this. Of course I must speak to Lady Jenna Tyrell about this. There is so much I have to tell you, and I so wish to see your dear face soon.

With much love,

Y/n

"I will be leaving." Lady Jenna had visited you for tea the next day. It was just the two of you. Lady Mari, Lady Dara and Cerilla had all been dismissed. On edge you sat straight backed, careful not to spill any tea. Lady Jenna's deep green sleeves draped to the floor. Silk imported from Lys hung off her figure catching the light. Even Dowager Queen Alicent had never worn such sumptuous garbs. "Where to, My Lady?" You did not want to sound too nosy. However it seemed rude not to inquire when she was the one to bring it up first. Lady Jenna set the tea aside and looked to you. "I must visit my vassals, this war will end sooner than later. We need to be ready when it does." She stared at you.

"Is your son not already making the rounds?" Not wanting to sound accusatory, you simply posed it as an observation. Your cousin, Lady Jenna's only child, was already visiting the troupes. His wife, Cerilla's elder sister, resided in this castle yet you had not seen her. Whether she knew you were here could not be said.

"We must also discuss in detail regarding what will happen when you leave. Casterly Rock will obviously be your place of residence. I have also received letter of betrothal. King Aegon will want a male heir, which you have shown able to provide. Tyland Lannister, your former brother in law is a contender. The sept will grant permission if the marriage goes forth. There are others, but I was wondering if you had anyone in mind." Lady Jenna's eyes made you squirm. "I am not sure as of yet." You had not known Tyland well, he was hardly at Casterly Rock. The idea of being married to Aegon of all people nearly made you feel ill. You had seen much and heard worse. Somehow you doubted that war, burns and the death of poor Helaena would temper him. More likely he was worse these days.

After that Lady Jenna left, the tea cooling in her cup.

"Lady Jenna wants you to marry who?" Lady Mari was doing up your hair. The morning was cold but she had insisted a walk would do you good. The night before you had little chance to tell her anything. Lady Mari had disappeared shortly after Lady Jenna entered and had only returned at nightfall. By then you were too tired for gossip. Already you had told Lady Dara but sworn her to secrecy. Cerilla you told nothing. Speaking of the girl, Cerilla had made herself scarce as of late. You liked to imagine that Lady Jenna was displeased with her, although you knew there was no evidence for this.

“King Aegon. But I loath the very idea. Not for his scars but because he is loathsome. Also please repeat this to no one. Yet I have known the king since childhood and think I know his character quite well.” “What about Lord Tyland Lannister? He was your brother in law.” You picked up a piece of ribbon. “True. Although I hardly know him. You probably have a better measure of his character than I.” Lady Mari wove the ribbon into your hair. “I do not pretend to know Lord Tyland very well. We have only interacted in passing.” You were not too surprised. Your former husband had once complained his brother was frightfully dull. Although you could not say with certainty if this was true or an elder brother’s callous remark.

“Either way I will bring it up with Lady Jenna.” Lady Mari frowned upon hearing this? Seeing the look on your face she said “It is only in your hands who you marry, not Lady Jenna. As a widow you have the right to choose your own husband.” You conceded that she was right. “ If is just that I do not know how. Well, Lady Jenna will tell me.” Rising from the chair you turned to face her.

“May I speak freely?” Lady Mari had the most grace look upon her face. Concerned, you gave her permission. “I understand Lady Jenna has been something of a mother to you.” You nearly pulled a face. Whatever she was not you was not a mother. That title belonged to Elinor. “But I beseech you to think carefully about the future, and not to rely on others. She has a son, granddaughter and others whose cause she will put forth first. I would subject that the final decision be yours alone.”

The door, which had been left slightly open, slammed shut. Both of you, alarmed, leaped back in fright. Dashing to the door Lady Mari flung it open. No one was there. Lady Jenna had recently felt there was no need for guards posted just outside. After all, you are not a prisoner. She looked around and then came back in. “No one. The wind?” Neither of you found the explanation satisfactory. Lady Mari quickly bolted the door. “Just in case.” She explained.

The castle became alive with the bustle of servants. You knew because of the racket clearly heard. Although you did not know why. Hopefully at first you thought it might be tidings that the war was over. But upon asking a servant she said it was not so. You could not think of any celebration that was taking place. They seemed to be bustling to and to fro, cooking and cleaning. The clatter irritated you greatly. So long had it been since you could go out into large crowds that things which were once quite normal were suddenly very alarming.

Deciding it was of no consequence, you played with Owen. He was getting stronger by the day and more beautiful. “Well aren’t you just lovely.” Owen gave you the list beautiful smile. Kissing him on the head his little hands seized your hair. “Ouch!” You cried out. He quickly let go and stretched out. With a sigh you placed him back on the bed. As of late Owen had stated to grab things. Lady Mari told you this was a good sign.

Taking care of Owen was not the only thing you did. Writing to Jaecerion had become a part of your daily schedule. It seemed that once he knew you wanted to communicate he was more than happy to comply. Today you sat at the desk with his latest letter.

Dear Y/n,

I understand we have seen little of each other during the war. It is lamentable that taking you to Highgarden was our only interaction. Please tell me where we shall meet after the war. And Y/n, I have no desire to continue my life without you. When this war is finished I wish to be with you. Should you chose me, I would be the happiest man in the world.

Yours,

Jaecerion Targaryen

“What does it say?” Nosily Lady Dara looked over. The large grin on your face made the letters contents evident. Hope. If Lady Jenna consented then you would be queen. Unless Aegon had a son but that seemed unlikely given the nature of his injuries. Rumour that it that the burns sustained by Rhaenys Targaryen had made him impotent. They said he ordered knight to fuck whores in front of him. And then when he remembered his own inadequacies Aegon would weep. Of course you were not sure if this was true. Strangely pity stirred for his plight. Even if Aegon repelled you with his lustful urges. He had no sons, who had both been cruelly cut down by Rhaenyra. It would be unlikely that he could father a son. Suggestion had of a new wife had been brought up. Other than you, there was Cassandra Baratheon and Tyshara Lannister. One was the elder sister of Ellyn, the other a former step-daughter who loathed you. Neither spelled good news for you. Tyshara loathed you and although Cassandra’s personality was a mystery she was Ellyn’s sister. You doubted she would take to you. Then again he might marry another. Snidely Cerilla had mentioned her name being put forth. At that young age laughed and said “I doubt they will look to you. There are greater woman of good character and lineage, of which you are not amongst their number.” At that she had turned red and stormed off. Either way, if you married Jaecerion they would not be able to touch you. Pondering queenship, you thought about how satisfying it would be to rule over them. At that moment you regretted Ellyn’s death. If only she could see you as queen. They would all regret and beg for mercy. Oh how sweet the scent of revenge would taste.

In that moment you made your decision.

Dear Jaecerion,

I am glad to hear you are well. As to the matter of marriage, I accept. Gladly I would be your wife. Lady Jenna will be breached on the subject.

With much love,

Y/n

Later that night you sat with Lady Mari on the bed, holding Owen. You told her of your plans and hopes. To your dismay Lady Mari did not look pleased, not in the slightest. Instead she looked worried, very much so. Did she think you were reaching too high? "Who took the letter?" Lady Maris's questions were making you feel on edge. The slight amount of safety you felt dissipated with her anxious eyes boring into you. "To Lady Dara. I already told you this." You had not meant to sound so rude but the disappointment in Lady Mari's less than enthusiastic reaction stung. Seeing the look on your face Lady Mari said "I am happy for you, truly. But I would suggest you make this official before telling Lady Jenna." "Why?" Lady Mari looked towards the door. "I am not accusing anyone of anything. But as Lady of Casterly Rock is it not your duty, not Lady Jenna's?" You considered what she said. Technically what Lady Mari was saying rang true. At one and twenty, a widow and mother, you had the right to dictate your own path. At least to a certain extent. "Alright. I will work out everything with Jaecerion. Make sure no one but you gets the letter." Lady Mari nodded.

Winter had come. You should have known but most information was filtered through Lady Jenna. The air had become colder and the sun looked diminished. Owen was bundled up in furs to keep him warm. Wood was supplied to heat the circular room. Despite this you woke up cold that morning. Walks outside had stopped. Most days were spent reading or playing chess, Lady Dara had found a set in the library. Day by day you waited for Jaecerion's letter. Every morning Lady Mari would check to see if any more letters were received. Other than official letters taken care of by Lady Jenna there was nothing. "He is likely just busy." You convinced yourself.

One day the worst storm in years broke over Highgarden. A howling wind rattled the windows. Snow fell, covering the once beautiful gardens. A winter had not come in years. Depending on how long this winter was your son may very well grow up in the cold and dark. "My mum told we winter is called down by the gods to punish mankind." Lady Dara was gazing out the window. "Who knows." With a sigh you leaned back into the chair. "Eww!" Looking up you noticed Lady Dara on her feet. "What is it?" Lady Dara pointed to the dead butterflies on the windowsill. Taking a handkerchief you swept the butterfly remains up and dumped them out the window. The snow and grey sky swallowed them up. Their remains would likely be frozen and crumpled by the sheer weight of snow. Wistfully you looked out, a hole in your heart yawning like some great dark chasm.

That morning you had woken up cold. Not a physical cold, the type that reached ones soul. In your stomach there seemed to be a fist clenching with all its might. There was the sensation of wanting to throw up without the nausea. The skin on your face was oily and you guessed there would be a break out. Lips moved and felt painfully dry. Watching those butterflies drift into the cold yet gave you cause to sit by the window. For a while you looked out. It felt like you were missing something. You had tried thinking about what it could be. But whatever it was stubbornly alluded you.

Eventually realizing that this nagging anxiety would not be cured through lingering on it you took to reading. Old Legends from across the Narrow Sea was a book that you swore you remembered from your childhood. The pictures seemed familiar, blue especially taking up your memory. Some of the stories were familiar, coming back after having been forgotten for so long. The Emerald Empress was embossed with the image of a woman. An emerald tiara glittered on her head. Long ago in an empire thousands of years ago, before even Old Valyria, the Dawn Age was upon the world. It was ruled by emperor who ruled for thousands of years, and wielded untold power. The greatest empire on earth was laid low when a younger brother killed his elder sister, the Amethyst Empress. Then the empire collapsed and everything was destroyed. Still feeling unsettled, you set the book out of sight.

Calling for tea you settled by the fire. Lady Dara was fast asleep, a cup of wine set aside. Waiting for your tea there was suddenly the sound of someone running up. Jumping to her feet Lady Mari rushed to the door. Before she reached it the door burst open, stirring Lady Dara out of sleep. Your tea was nowhere in sight. Instead all you got was a gasping red faced page boy. Lady Dara reached for the cup as you picked up Owen. Lady Mari drawing to your side she demanded the boy to state his purpose. "The pretender.....Rhaenyra Targaryen.....she is dead!" Everyone stood there as if the words did not make sense. Then Lady Dara loud out something between a laugh and gasp. Lady Mari fell to her knees, hands clasped. You stood there rooted to the spot as the situation washed over. Rhaenyra was dead. The woman who so wanted you gone, who had Alana killed, who started this whole was, was dead. Numbly you walked over to the chair and sat down. "You may leave." Everyone looked startled by your lackluster reaction. You should be dancing for joy. So why were you unhappy?

The war was over. Peace still alluded Westeros as fractions battled for Kings Landing. The grief of two years of war had ended with Rhaenyra's death. You had won. But as a winter wind howled outside, it did not feel so.

You had always imagined that when the war ended there would be celebrations. Instead all of Highgarden fell silent. Instead of a bright sun hailing a new age winter storms tore apart the land. Instead of feeling light as air you spent your days in bed or sitting by the fireplace. In the meantime you had heard the finer details of Rhaenyra's death. She had fled with her son Aegon to Dragonstone, only to find her brother the king waiting. Making her young son watch, Rhaenyra was fed to Sunfyre. There ended the life of Rhaenyra Targaryen.

And as it turned out the war had not truly ended. Although Rhaenyra was dead her supporters still proclaimed her line as the path of succession. The North still rallied behind the red and black banner. With Aegon having no sons and only one remaining brother many wondered if the presidents of succession would naturally make Rhaenyra's son king. Jaecerion was already urged to marry. Every day you prayed for a letter from Jaecerion. A Lannister girl had been proposed, as he had been betrothed to one until her untimely death. Only you knew where his heart truly lay.

"Are you sure there is no letter?" Lady Mari confirmed that indeed there had been no letter. With a sigh of frustration you paced throughout the room. It was a wonder that the wood beneath you feet did not become marked by your pacing. The hems of your green gown had become frayed from all the picking. Any day now Jaecerion would come. That was what you told yourself when despair reared its ugly head. Seeing your distress Lady Mari volunteered to go down. She looked slightly pale and her thin lips were set in a hard line. Giving her leave you were still restless.

"May inquire as to your distress?" The unwelcome presence of Cerissa made itself known. "Leave. I have no need of you." Unperturbed, Cerissa stepped in as if she owned the place. "What is Lady Mari doing in such a hurry?" Shooting her a cold look, you told Cerissa that it was hardly her business. She only smirked. "I would hate if it were for some....unbecoming reason." You gave a cold harsh laugh. What she was implying was clear. "No. Women of good breeding do not sneak off. She is simply fulfilling an errand. Now speaking of sneaking off I do have to wonder what you have been up to. Gone for so long with no knowledge of you whereabouts." You returned an equally nasty look. Then there was a knock and the tea you ordered came in. The maid quickly left shooting a backward glance. Cerilla also made a move to leave, but you called out and ordered her to stay. "I have to given you leave."

Lady Mari returned nearly an hour later. Immediately you knew something was wrong. There was that feeling one gets before something unspeakably horrible happens. She looked exhausted sagging against a maid. Looking unnaturally pale she collapsed into a chair. Quickly you rushed to pour her. "What happened?" Lady Mari could only shake her head, blue eyes wide and frantic. Her lips were moving but no sound came out. Every breath seemed forced out. The maid poured a cup of tea and had Lady Mari drink it. Spluttering, Lady Mari fell over. "Get someone!" Dropping to your knees you could only hoover over Lady Mari's fast fading form. She seemed to be trying to say something. Her lips started to turn blue and you would have thought she was choking. "Mari!" You could only hold Lay Mari and slowly she lost any remaining colour, all except the blue that spread over her lips.

Lady Maris's last moments seemed to be the longest of your life. So quickly had it happened you half suspected this was a dream. A horrible dream that felt all too real. "This isn't real. I've had these sorts of dreams before. I will wake up and she will be alright." But this was the waking world. Horrid reality which you were trapped in. Lady Mari grew still, one last wheeze escaping. And you were holding her body, standing over your fathers body. Eyes unseeing looked up at you. A maester arrived. But when he walked up you simply said "She's dead."

Weeks later they told you Lady Jenna had returned. The weeks without Cerilla was a blessing. Without lady Mari your world had become even more lonely and Cerilla only made everything hurt. Lady Dara was a good woman. But poor Lady Mari had not deserved to die. She had only been so four and twenty. Still with her whole life ahead. All the children and love she might have had was robbed. Wars end had brought little joy. Only the threat of Rhaenyra's wrath was removed. Your live had become marred by death. Survive you might have, but at what cost? Three ladies you had lost, two untimely taken, you ending herself. You were self tempted to send Lady Dara away. Only a selfish part of you, the part that did not want to be lonely

Sorting through Lady Mari's things was hard to say the least. She had not brought much from Casterly Rock, but every hard of cloth, every small tin, was a small stab to the soul. Being well organized she had kept a will so the affairs were in order. Your hand trembled as you wrote meaningless words to her family. Once more you had been completely useless when it came to saving others. When had you ever been able to save anyone? What use was there in being one of the most powerful women in the land if you could not protect those you cared for? When Alana and Clarissa had died it had fallen upon those bellow to write letters of condolences. These days you had so few attendants that the duty could be carried out by no one else. You also felt that this was owed to Lady Mari, who so tirelessly provided unwavering support.

Afterwards your hand ached, yet it dulled in comparison to that within the heart. Afterwards you took to bed before dinner. There was no appetite for food. Owen was already sleep and you placed him in your arms. As of now you were alone and with a great desire to weep. Being alone was for the best. In your pride none would subject you to public humiliation. A dull pain in the cast lulled you to sleep.

"I apologize. I have no stomach for embroidery today." Understanding, Lady Dara went back to knitting. Rarely you left the room. It was like a prison, yet a prison partially assisted by you. Cerilla had been making herself scarce these days. You were not upset about this. Sometimes Lady Jenna would drop by. These conversations usually surrounded the comings and goings of court. Now that the war was over nobles were starting to reside in Kings Landing once more. "Of course you must come. Your widowhood is well past being over." You had no desire to return to those blood coloured walls. Every happy memory had been soured. It reminded you of happier times, and the past few months there had been spent in utter humiliation. You would be happy to stay away. Most likely you would be taken to Casterly Rock. There were few if any cheerful memories of that place. But it was better than the place you grew up.

Lady Joan had taken care of most preparations. Normally that duty would fall to you. Exhaustion had weighted heavily on you. Not the type as the result of little sleep, but the type that wearies ones soul. All you wanted to do was sleep. If not for Owen or Jaecerion...

As the twenty second day of the tenth moon dawned upon Westeros you awoke in great pain. Pulling back the sheets you noticed a pool of blood staining them red. Your blood had come early this month with a vengeance. Throbbing made you want to curl up. For a few moments you lay there in agony. It was not until Lady Dara realized your condition that this was rectified. After being bathed and dressed it was time to care for Owen. Once fed he was placed on your knee. Lady Dara took it upon herself to read. Today she was reading an old story. One were a prince and princess fell in love, married and everything worked out. Oh to live in such a world.

The hours dragged on painfully. Pain was still radiating in your womb despite the use of mandrake. Not since the birth of Owen had you issued forth so much blood or felt such physical pain. Lady Dara mentioned that a lack of exercise could make ones blood more unpleasant. Unpleasant was certainly one way to describe it, although you would have used stronger terms. Eventually Lady Dara convinced you to take some fresh air. "Sitting by your window is not suitable, My lady." Surprisingly she had put away drink and abstained from all pleasures. Granted, you could not be totally sure of this. Romance books may very well be a liked past time.

Once back you decided to pen another letter to Jaecerion.

Dear Jaecerion,

I hope that when this letter arrives you are well. When this war is won I hope we can be together. Greatly do I miss the days of our childhood. Often I find myself missing those days. While we can never get them back I do hope we can find some semblance of it.

With much love,

Y/n Tyrell

Looking over it you knew Jaecerion might find it unsatisfying. He desired to marry you. But such decisions felt too exhausting. You did not even feel ready to marry. Memories of the dead pilled upon you so completely it was suffocating. You could see no end to your present suffering. Even a hundred, two hundred years from now, you might still carry around this pain like a wound. Sometimes your heart bet so strongly it hurt. If only you could have torn it out.

"Lady Y/n?" Lady Dara looked up from her embroidery. "I am fine. Send this letter out, will you?" Lady Dara took it. "Will you go out walking today?" "I don't know. Owen doesn't look up to it." "Then I will take him." Hesitantly you looked at her. "He should get used to meeting other people." Still, you were not convinced. Lady Dara sighed. "How about I stay here with Owen while you walk in the garden?" Looking towards the door you knew a walk was needed.

Still, you refused. Orders had been given for you to hide, they must be obeyed.

The sheets of your bed suddenly felt cold. You had been nearly falling to sleep when a shock of could banished exhaustion. jerking up you were face to face with someone. Or could it truly be called someone when that being was translucent? Your mothers ghost stood there. You should have felt more, but she had always been such a shadowy figure and Elinor had been so mother-like the urge to miss her might never have been very strong.

"Hello." You wanted to kick yourself. But how else should you address her. She beckoned you to sit up. Hesitating you looked over at Owen, fast asleep. She shook her head. "Leave him." Looking back you shot her a cold look. "That is my son." "Leave him. Where you are going will not be safe for him." "Then were are you taking me?" "Down the only path that can save your son."

A few minutes later you were alone walking down the hall. You had no difficult leaving. There were no guards at the door or in the hallway. Everything was eerily quiet. Each step sounded loud to the ear. A black sky made it feel later than the night truly was. You could see windows still lit up. Donning the same black dress frequently worn these past two years, you ventured to who knows where. A serenity you had not felt in a while descended. Normally you would be afraid to disobey Lady Jenna. You guessed it had to be your mothers presence (or could it truly be a presence if it was her ghosts, if that is what it truly was). Her hair swayed back and forth, every step naturally taken. This had once been her place. Likely, if this was your mother, she knew the place better than you

Down a flanking tower you went. Still no one in the way. At the bottom of the tower was a door. Your mother stood aside. Opening it you stepped out into the garden. Or rather one of Highgarden's many gardens. Placing a piece of wood between the door so it did not lock you suddenly noticed a symbol on the door. The carving of a rose caught your attention. Beneath you was a cobbled path. "Where to now?" Your mother pointed to a rose bush. As you approached it a door appeared beneath your feet. "What is this?!" Spinning around you face her. "Is this witchcraft!" She gave you a look. "No. Now do you want to save your son?" She had got you in her grip. There was no turning back now.

Bending down you attempted to yank it free. "How does this unlock?" You fiddled with the lock some more. "Blood." You looked up. "Sorry?" "Blood. Smear it on the door." Reaching over you seized a rose stem. Thornes cut your delicate skin. Blood stained the skin horribly. Wincing you brushed it against the door. Swinging open you saw a flight of dark staircases. Taking caution you stepped down the cold flight. Torches burst into life lighting the way. The door above closed. With no railing the journey was somewhat treacherous. Although the trip was not long it certainly felt that way. Once at the bottom you breathed a sigh of relief. Looking back you saw your mother float down. Ahead was a door which had certainly seen better days. It looked to be hanging on just barely. When you touched it would the door merely fall over?

The door remained and did not fall over. For whatever reason there were no torches. Thankfully there was enough light emanating from the hallway to provide sufficient sight. Recoiling, you nearly fleed from the room.

Adorning the circular wall was the drawing of a great tree, sketched in red. A metallic scent stung the air nearly making you hurl. On what was supposed to be the trunk a face, twisted. archaic, looked out. Branches stuck out like hands, in the flickering of lights they looked alive. You half expected for those ghostly hands to reached out and slam the door shut. Looking closely you thought there were small faces in the pain. All of this was too eerily similar to your dreams. Now they had truly invaded the waking world.

"What is this place?" Your mother walked right past you. before the painting she stood. "Your ancestors left these markings here. long had we endured on the blood of First Children. The beyond strings us along. A great power allows us to walk for, defying." You were by the door. Without even realizing it you had stepped back. You breathing echoed in the black, bounding off stone. "Is this a curse?" She shook her head. "No. This is your lifeline. Do you want to save your son?"

They would call this heresy. But this be to the damnation of your soul? What Seven Hell would you reside in for this act? Fear for your son alone caused you to act. A burning was felt in the wrists. You shouted out as cuts appeared. Looking down the blood gushed forward. "Just as you spilt blood on the Weirwood tree in King Landing, so you spill blood here. Wipe it on the face." Stepping forward you reached out. Closer you got and the face moved. Not seemed to, it truly moved. Once your blood stained its white lips it sucked your blood in. With that it was gone, the pact was made.

Cold sweat ran down your back. "If this is to the damnation of my soul will it save my son?" Those eyes looked at you. "Oh you know nothing."

Your wounds were there the next morning. Looking down you saw thin white lines. When they dressed you effort was taken to make sure no one would see them. Ache emanated from the recently healed skin. It made it difficult to rotate the skin. Owen stayed beside you all day. After what you had done he was all that mattered. Even your death was a worthy price for his survival.

The days stretched out into long agonizing drawls. Every breath you took ached to the core. Cold sweat rolled down your back. You became painfully aware of every sensation. Weight of your soul made actions such as even breathing difficult. Every moment took a great effort. Sometime unbidden tears would roll down your face. If it were not for Lady Dara constantly bringing food and tea you might have wasted away, more than you were already. Your state had become such that Lady Dara would sometimes take it upon herself to feed Owen. Thankfully he was old enough to be weaned off breastmilk. Doom was hanging over your head like an axe. Any moment you expected it to fall.

"It truly is a pity." Cerilla's presence had become more frequent. Seemingly in Lady Mari's absence Cerilla seemed eager to fill it. Another young might have cared. A young naive girl with only happy days ahead and a child’s notion of the world. Even as she was before you Cerilla’s face was not in focus. She might as well be a shadow on the wall. With a detached observation you wondered at your lack of emotion. The world was a haze in front of you, a lucid dream. You wondered if this was the price payed for your pact. But it if saved Owen all would be well. So long as he lived you were alive.

Cerilla persisted in her presence. At some point she pulled out a letter. It bore the royal seal and was already open. “This was naturally addressed to Lady Joan, but it concerns you as well.” With a sickening smile she opened the letter with a flourish. Clearing her throat Cerilla spoke.

We regret to inform the kingdom of King Aegon Targaryens passing. He departed to the Gods as the sun set. It is also with equal regret that we announce the death of Prince Jaecerion Targaryen-"

Not even Cerilla expected your reaction. If she expected crying or wailing she was sorely disappointed. To her it looked as if all the air had been let out of you. A great breath, your chest heaved and eye grew impossibly wide. Struggling to breath you were unablr to move. Your mind and body had become two separate things, unable to control the other. Anyone walking in would have thought you were seizing right up. But the wound you had been dealt was not physical. No maester could help you in this state.

Recollection in this state was impossible. When Cerissa left and Lady Dara entered you could not say. Cast into an abyss of darkness and grief all you did was merely exist in frozen horror. Jaecerion was dead. Young handsome Jaecerion. His life flashed before you eyes. From boyhood to a man he had always been there. And it occurred to you at that moment, Jaecerion had been the only one to love you. Now you were all left alone, save for Owen. No other had loved or protected you so. He joined the great mass of the dead who had left your life. They swarmed into one force that haunted you to sleep.

That night you dreamed of a handsome prince with purple eyes. His silver armor flashing in the light, he had saved you from darkness. And in that dream you lived in a fantasy. In all the stories you read good triumphed and she lived happily ever after. And a handsome prince accompanied her to whatever end.

Waking up brought back all the pain. How bitterly you had wept. Terrors came to your mind. Nothing to preoccupy you from this grief. All their faces came. Aemond, Alana, all their faces came before you deathly pale. Unlike your sweet dream that brought you so much joy these faces spoke of despair. No amethyst eyes, just empty sockets.

You did not protest when they moved you. Bathing, feeding ,dressing, all of it, was done with the upmost obedience. Sometimes you were aware of Cerilla's presence. Sometimes she spoke, not that you understood anything. You had become mute and deaf to the world. Only the inner turmoil of your mind existed.

"Will she get better?" "I dunno." "Do you know what has distressed her so?" Their voices blended together into a symphony of confusion. "Do they think I have gone mad?" You thought to yourself. Although your mind could now make out words they meant little. In the past week the only thing you had been able to do was care for Owen. Every day Lady Dara would male sure the two of you had time together. Every morning you pressed kisses to his soft curls and Lady Dara brought toys. Slowly you started to gain some soft of existence. Between the waking world and lucid dreams of the dead became a way of life.

They peeled the nightgown off of you. A silver tub had been moved. Citrus filled the air and you were lowered into the warm water. Someone's hands were running through your hair. A pitcher of water washed the suds away. Leaning back you allowed the scents to overtake. Citrus, wax candles, the fireplace. This grounded you more than anything else. Floating in the water you became aware of your physical pain. Days at a time of immobility had stiffened you and made every move painful. For a while you simply stayed there. For the first time in a while you were calm. Or rather, you were simply too tired to care anymore.

Hands rested themselves on your shoulders. Thinking it was Lady Dara or one of the maids you remained unworried. Fingertips pressed themselves into your skin, traced the back of your neck. "It truly is a pity." Jerking forward sending water flashing to the floor you turned to see Cerilla standing there. You realized it was just the two of you. Completely vulnerable in both body and mind all you could do was pray she would leave. Cerilla made no move to leave, leering at you. "They are all dead now. And Alicent Hightower is locked away." A sickening smile curled on her face. It reminded you of a snake, poised to strike with a deadly curl of the lips. "That's Queen Dowager to you." A small spark showed itself. Only for Cerilla to smoother it. "You haven't heard? Well I am not surprised." She waited, watching for a reaction. When your face showed fear she continued. "Alicent has been locked up. She will not be killed, of course. Her granddaughter will marry Aegon." Aegon? Hadn't he died? And wasn't he her father on top of that?! Seeing the confusion Cerillas laughed. "Not him. Rhaenyra's son. King Aegon, third of his name. I will be going to his coronation." It took a moment for reality to set in. The truth was so hard to grasp that you just sat there. For the first time Cerilla looked displeased. A frown appeared on her face.

"Would you like to hear about Jaecerion's death? I mean you did love him so. Wasn't there a marriage in the works. How disappointed you must be." Finally, you spoke. "Why....why would I want to hear the details." Cracked, you voice was small ,weak. Finally Cerilla looked happy. And she showed no mercy. "He had been ill for a while. An arrow to the chest is a nasty think. They thought he was getting better, but sadly the poor prince passed. They say he had some sort of spasm, choked, and the life left his eyes. I heard his lips turned completely blue." A maid entered and Cerilla stood up. "Get her dressed." Cerilla ordered, and left.

The sun was setting. Watching its progress you wondered if it would ever rise again. A fanciful thought born of grief. While the sun might rise for others, for you it would not. For the rest of this life you would endure a long night that would follow you to the grave. Long ago you had watched Laena Velaryon's coffin being dropped into the sea with a horrid finality. You had imagined it sinking to the bottom. Separated from her family and friends. Now Aemond lay in his own watery grave. Jaecerion died chocking on his own blood. His mouth had turned blue, they said. You remembered your own father growing ridged, bloodshot eyes staring into nothing.

The two of you had been having cake. It had been a favourite of his, you only just remembered. Sitting in his office your father had made time for his only child. On that day he had been telling an interesting tale, so your cake remained untouched. He took a mouthful of cake and continued talking. Suddenly he had chocked and gasping for breath, knocked your plate over. You had screamed and cried, Guards rushed in. A maester soon arrive, but it was too late. they had said he chocked on the cake. The memory had been so horrid that up till now you tried forgetting it. Now it roared back with a vengeance.

He had blue lips. Lady Mari had blue lips. Jaecerion had blue lips. Touching your own you suddenly felt cold. A type of cold that ties in knots as you made the realization.

"Owen!" Your ran.

Notes: This chapter was definitely depressing, sorry. I have been waiting so long to get to this point. The story is going to get darker so hang on. There will be two more chapters and then a short epilogue. Afterwards I will be taking a break before writing part 2. I know this part of the story will get y'all down but please continue. The "plot twist" is going to come up! I also want to make it very clear that Jaecerion is dead, for now.

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Another Hannibal (Hannigram) AU:

This time a G/t au! Or more correctly, a plethora of supernatural (monster/magic) g/t AUs and just plain g/t AUs!

This is a comp of a few avenues of g/t Hannibal.

- Supernatural AU! -

This AU has supernatural creatures, and mixing of different creatures leads to some going underground/traits not present unless something triggers their dna to do so

Will has empathy based psychic abilities, along with some lineage(s) that may explain what happens to him in this AU. One of them being part Veela (think Harry Potter type lore for that creature)

Hannibal has heightened senses, more so due to his bloodlines. A lineage of Wendigo that reappears in the family when he’s forced to eat Mischa. The wendigo traits are able to maintained and keep him civil due to his diet and other lineages. Lastly, he has a third line of inhuman species, called Nephilim - meaning giants but also in some interpretations of the Bible and Torah, it means children of (likely fallen) angels + humans. - It’s giants that are born of angels and humans, but some of the traits go quiet for many generations at a time and can only be triggered in someone due to certain circumstances. It explains the success and power the Lecters had in their lives, both sides, and essentially ensured their nobility (also Nephilim were seen to use magic to change or use abilities other creatures had, but every magic comes with a price of course).

Other lineages types include:

Jack - some type of griffin-human

Bella - siren, think fish type that can go on land and into water whenever

Alana - Selkie (mostly human)

Beverly - Wraith

Jimmy Price - vampire

Brian Zeller - human

Freddie - nymph + banshee (fire based)

Chilton - goblin + fae

Francis (red dragon) - obviously a dragon hybrid (maybe one that’s not seen as very powerful but he’s able to essentially become more feral with each kill)

Abigail - Wendigo

GJH - Wendigo

Randal Tierr - werewolf-esq hybrid (wolf-bear hybrid)

Mason - shape shifter + pig-hybrid

Margot - shape shifter (did not get the expressed pig gene)

Peter - human (with strong abilities to work well with animals)

I’ll think up more of them later, or would welcome any alternative ideas for the side characters aka ones besides the murder husbands

Alright, so some head canons or background situations, and a few different timeline/alteration ideas (I’ll try to make sure I mark ideas for when I write for different jumping off points!)

G/t AU 1: Divergent point from the second half of season 2 (the cases are the same, but Will is convinced to drop accusing Hannibal entirely, and Jack/Fbi stops suspecting him, but don’t think Will was to blame either, they just think the encephalitis confused Will).

- so Will is genuinely connecting with Hannibal, but is still debating on if he’s going to try and take him out on his own or give in to his own wants.

- obviously some aspects of the supernatural exist in this AU

- we’re skipping over their development to this point bc maybe I’ll cover it later. But by now they’re on good grounds (honest with each other, Abigail is alive and they make it seem like the ripper or copycat (who the fbi doesn’t know) let her go similar to Miriam Lass). So the three get a murder family that isn’t fleeing the country yet.

- Beverly is also alive. She didn’t go to Hannibal’s house, and girlie is thriving. (She doesn’t fully suspect Hannibal, but isn’t as social with him now.)

- Hannibal still helps consult on occasion, Will is still helping Jack, but in his own terms now

- After Abgail goes off to college (girlie wanted to go abroad to escape this mess and good for her, we’ll see her later), there’s a new normal. Will is over more often, the dogs usually join him now, the two are kind of together. Others don’t know if they’re properly together, but they essentially are - even if they are still learning to communicate and work around/with each other.

Now we go to the case that starts the shit show;

During one case, one not shown in the series, making one up - Will is pursuing the suspect. Jack got his leg hurt and Will is just going for it bc doing bad things to bad people feels good (he’s being honest with himself and Hannibal, or trying to be, it’s progress).

During the pursuit, Hannibal is slightly behind Will, because of course Hannibal would rather see Will go feral/see what Will does to a suspect.

Perp is some type of fae, so enjoys causing issues and it killing people or greatly changes them. Has bags of powder, think like the Love god episode of gravity falls. But not for love, for chaos and making people be honest/situations kind of like jigsaw.

Perp can tell that Will and Hannibal are kind of together but yknow, they’re them, so he hits each of them with a powder during the pursuit. (Powder’s actions essentially can trigger dormant traits/lineages in person). So it acts the same but the outcomes depend on the person. And while creatures and such are accepted and fairly common, some lines and traits aren’t and haven’t been present since the beginning of recorded history essentially.

Will starts choking from it, Hannibal stops bc if he can’t watch Will further his becoming, and he’s actively in distress, why pursue the fae? So the beloved sassy science squad (this time Beverly), comes in with a great shot, and stops the threat. Doesn’t kill the fae, but he is apprehended properly.

Since both got that powder on them, medical checks out Hannibal and Will, doesn’t know what it is. They take samples, do some tests. Besides higher BP and fatigue the two are fine. So, the two head back to Baltimore until the next case or whenever Will would need something from wolftrap. They think this case is done. They were very wrong.

At home, the two are making dinner and discussing the case. Hannibal is cooking a roast of loin and rump (from a very vocal pig who unapologetically spilled a hot cup of coffee on Will during a previous case). While Hannibal is down in the cellar picking out a wine, he hears a clatter, crash, and yelp from upstairs.

Hannibal, who chided himself on letting Will sous chef while not feeling well, turns the corner, and can’t find Will. He knows he couldn’t have left, and there’s no one else there. No blood, no sign of struggle beyond a knocked over pot and two lids on the ground. The pot had been empty as well when he went downstairs, not even on the stove yet.

After a few more moments of investigating, and calling out for Will, he hears a response - muffled and soft but definitely something or someone calling out his name (though likely he wouldn’t have been able to hear it if he was human). The even odder thing is that the sound came from the pot on the island.

Hannibal lifts the pot, finding what he had hoped wasn’t true: Will, under the pot, on the island, barely more than 3.5 inches tall. Safe to say, Hannibal is amused, and slightly concerned, though has a good theory of what happened.

Realizing that he was right in his assumption on what could make up Will’s lineage, and the fact the powder probably caused this, Hannibal realized that he should start monitoring any changes in himself as well.

Will, on the other hand, is not having a good time. He’s already knows this wasn’t Hannibal, that it was the damn fae who did this, but can’t help the anxiety that is coursing through his veins. Despite being pretty sure that Hannibal wouldn’t harm him - at least to a point he can’t fix - his nerves were still fried due to sensory overload and giant cannibal whose pot he is under at the moment. Likely thinking back to the damn endangered songbirds Hannibal had drowned, plucked, cooked, and ate whole. The only solace Will has from the powder is that his clothes were also affected, preserving his dignity, at least for a time.

Cutting back to Hannibal, he too is remembering the songbirds they had eaten not too long ago. But, he quickly concludes that he prefers Will not on a plate (at least now).

Hannibal has also decided that if there’s anyway he could find that fae, once they figure out the powder composition, he’s definitely stealing his pancreas and lungs.

When the two of them come out from their mind palaces/mind scapes, they work on finding a way to communicate easily without Will going deaf or sensory overload occurring. But before Will gets a word in, Hannibal decides it’s time to relive his days in the medical field, which Will is not happy about. It occurs without real incident once Will just goes with it, knowing it’d be faster than mildly inconveniencing Hannibal’s speed.

The two decide on a mix of whispering and writing things down, with some universal signs or part asl to help as well.

While Will is still partly anxious about Hannibal finding the thrill of the chase when Will inevitably freaks out, Hannibal doesn’t have much of a bloodlust of thrill of the chase when the target can’t escape an area without help, that he is always in arms reach of (at least most of the time).

One aspect that worsens is the amount of cannibal puns and jokes Hannibal makes on a daily basis. (As in his mongoose has turned into a morsel for the snake(s)). Will is not amused.

Will is also not a fan of how cold everything is now. While he didn’t enjoy the night terrors and waking up drowning in his own sweat, being constantly cold if left without a heat source within his personal space definitely was a downgrade in a lot of ways. (Though he didn’t hate the fact that he got to spend more time with Hannibal.)

Jack and the gang do in fact get told a little later about Will’s condition. The pair had been laying low for about 2-3 weeks, trying to play by ear, and take this time to actually work through things, but Jack got nosey, and the cat was out of the bag (more so, Will was out of the pocket).

During those few weeks of working things out, the two actually start communicating like adults when it matters, and learn to work with each other in more domestic settings. (Though domestic, it’s not normal).

Hannibal does essentially spoil Will - new clothes (too many in Will’s opinion), rigs and set ups to move around more efficiently, more warm blankets/articles and heaters around the house to keep Will’s body temp safer, even getting custom made pieces of furniture and appliances, even custom dishware and tools. Because while Hannibal enjoys having Will rely on him, he knows Will and that eventually he’d go stir crazy.

So, to make Will not lose his patience, plus the amusing nature of the situation, Will tags along to Hannibal’s therapy sessions with patients (asleep/listening while in his desk or where his handkerchief resides). Then, Hannibal attends the opera a bit, slightly less than usual, during that time period, reserving out and entire higher up booth to him and Will, as to better enjoy the opera but also be able to communicate with Will when/if necessary. In return he concedes in secretly taking Will to a scene with him, Jack not knowing what’s going on in the slightest. The two do get to hear about updates on what the powder was. (Midwest in origin, a mix of different magic/properties. Definitely needs more time to study and interrogate the fae before Hannibal can throw another proper dinner party).

Hannibal over time does become more unrested, irritable with anyone besides Will. Will finds it endearing but slightly worrisome. It at least keep Jack off his back, to the point where he sends Hannibal footage and pictures for Will rather than try to force Will out there (lessening the chance of Hannibal losing it on Jack).

When the rest of group finds out about Will, they all take it differently. Jack is still too loud, overbearing, and rough (causing a nasty set of bruises on Will’s rib cage once), and it takes Will pleading with Hannibal to not kill and cook Jack by flaying his skin to stop Hannibal from dropping the mask when he found out. Jimmy and Brian are a bit better, too inclined to stare at Will like a lab rat, which isn’t horrible since both are fond of animals, but just feels demeaning. Alana overcompensates trying to act normal and overprotective, so careful to the point of forgetting Will’s still himself. Beverly acts pretty normal, enjoys joking and is more careful, but can read a room better than apparently a psychiatrist (Alana) and the head of the BSU. Will ends up enjoying Hannibal and Beverly’s company the most to no one’s surprise.

Since Will was past his encephalitis, and decided to not turn in Hannibal/accepted his growing becoming, it’s easier to look. But, he doesn’t have to if he doesn’t want to. Jack can’t come and force him to do so, thanks to Hannibal. (If Will tells Jack he’s not feeling up to going/not feeling well, Hannibal takes his word for it and doesn’t take him to the scene. The crew won’t show up to try and convince Will, because Hannibal just won’t answer/repeats what Will said and excuses them out. Jack can’t even get them to budge.)

Though they two do visit the lab a fair bit to hear updates on the samples from the fae’s powder that hit them. Plus, do a basic physical and bloodwork once a week, usually if they’re already in the lab for a case. Will only lets Hannibal do his bloodwork, because of his surgical precision and as a form of trust. (Bc they are in the equivalent of a post fall communication era, but hiding in plain sight).

They find the powder isn’t entirely of fae origin, something from the Midwest, and a bit from the north east. Both of their vitals are steady. Will’s vitals come back faster, similar to small mammal’s in metabolism, need for heat, and just a faster heartbeat. Hannibal’s remains very similar to his base vitals, but they do notice while Hannibal’s vitals are normal and Will’s are faster, they’re still in sync with each other. (As in every fourth beat from Will, he and Hannibal sync up. Like a snare roll matching up and beating at the same time a timpani beats. Which I based off the study that couples who are shown to be in love/have high present levels of love hormones end up with matching heart beats/in sync with their partner). The science team find it endearing, Jack not so much, him and Alana are a bit unnerved.

Back to the boys: during the time Hannibal and Will are the only two (along with Abigail to an extent), know about Will’s condition, the two definitely learn to communicate. Because the first week consists of a lot of writing and whispering on Hannibal’s end.

During these early stages Hannibal takes it upon himself to get Will plenty of tools and day to day items. (Lots of clothes, with an accompanying wardrobe, his own bed which honestly doesn’t end up getting much use, small fashionable blankets to put around the house bc Will should not get cold when in this state, plenty of small appliances for hygiene and self care.) (Utensils, plates, kitchenware, furniture that matches the room’s aesthetic while still being comfortable, attachments to help Will get between rooms or on surfaces if need be, etc. But Hannibal still loves carrying Will around/having him within arms reach, and Will doesn’t complain much when Hannibal or eventually Winston carry him around. He hates being grabbed by essentially anyone or anything else though; enjoys being carried around by Winston but not the other dogs. Loves Hannibal carrying him around/Hannibal being the only person Will actively enjoys and seeks out to have physical contact with. He is okay with Abigail or Beverly helping him, but doesn’t like being held by them for long periods of time. Dislikes but tolerates Price (Jimmy) or Alana helping him out if needed. He actively avoids being touched or helped by Zeller or Jack, has risked falling multiple times just to avoid them bc his other options were not in the room or didn’t hear him. And the one time either of the Freddies, Lounds and Chilton, tried to be within a few inches of him, he nearly bit them before threatening to take a finger if they tried anything. Hannibal is was incredibly amused for the rest of the case.)

Hannibal doesn’t mind cooking the extra meals for Will, he enjoys being such a large part of Will’s day, especially considering the meals are just portioned smaller and last longer over time. Though he does let Will pick options more now bc not only is it their communicating + compromising era, but Hannibal is obviously simping for the Graham cracker.

First day, or partial day of this has Will trying to not retreat into himself. With Hannibal genuinely unsure of what do exactly do, because while he could never entirely predict Will, this is on another level.

Will, instead of running warm like he used to, now gets cold easily, so he’s essentially glued to either a heat source or Hannibal, usually the latter. And due to this, the first night, Will ends up sleeping with Hannibal (which would have been like normal for them, but due to circumstances, they had to rearrange). Pillow on Will’s side is swapped for a smaller pillow that won’t cause Will to easily roll off. Then temporarily until Hannibal can start spoiling Will, pocket squares and cuts of old fleece material (that had been packed away for Will to use to mend some of his fishing/outdoor gear) act as blankets. The pillow is set up near Hannibal’s head, and everything goes off without issue. Hannibal also turns up the heating in the house for him.

Even when Will gets proper bedding that is on Hannibal’s nightstand, Will ends up either in his old spot or on Hannibal (with Will refusing to move)

Should also bring back up the lineage stuff - Hannibal’s traits are usually muted, horns and such in one of his forms aren’t often present and usually Will is the only one to detect them, except for his eyes going red. Then he has the original wendigo shape of being longer and emaciated, which was what Will saw when he was sick in S1. Lastly there’s the incomprehensible form of being part nephilim, Will able to detect parts but doesn’t look at it fully, despite seeing Hannibal behind the human veil quite a lot. While Will’s eyes have a slight blue glow to them while he’s using his empathy in a controlled manner.

Hannibal ends up not being the only one with a slight thrill of the chase when Will darts around too quickly (Hannibal has enough self restraint and frontal lobe activity, unlike some, to not act on such impulses 99.99% of the time, at least not without thinking them through first). Jack ends up swiping at Will in the lab. Will had been pacing on one of the examination tables, doing his job. He had gotten lost in thought, and had begun to pace faster and look around the body more before he could zone in and “look”. As he’s turning to look the body in the face, Will sees something in the reflection of the table and a very quick shadow coming his way. Will scurried out of the way, ducking under the partially posed and elevated neck of the body he has been examining. As Will dove to hide, loud squeaks of shoes on the floor, and nearly incoherent rumbling from the others caused him to curl up and begin to lose himself/retreat inward. (Which wasn’t good considering he was just beginning to properly “look” at the situation for this case.)

Thankfully before the hand can reach where he has just been, a faster hand which had been the other mass in the table reflection grabbed the first wrist, twisting it sharply and efficiently. Jack had reached for Will, knocking over tools in the lab, unaware of his own actions/impulse. It wasn’t until Hannibal had quietly, near silent, grabbed his wrist, putting his body between Jack and Will, that Jack had snapped out of it. The rest of the crew were shocked, and a bit worried, not only for Will’s safety but also shocked by the actions of both Hannibal and Jack.

Once the commotion settled down, only then did Will even dare to look out, seeing Hannibal’s back to him, acting as a shield from the entire group. Jack not even being allowed to explain really. Will just quietly asking if everyone but Hannibal leave the room so he could focus, then he’d send over a report later. The team obviously complying, likely due to not wanting to further the situation, they waited outside in the hall.

When Hannibal walked out of the lab, the others noticed Will wasn’t in Hannibal’s hands or in his shoulder. They each had their own guess to what happened. Will hadn’t wanted to see or feel everyone’s eyes on him, especially Jack due to feeling fidgety still. So, he ended up hiding in Hannibal’s inner chest pocket of his suit, allowing him cover and not end up freezing.

Hannibal hadn’t let Jack even stop him as he walked out, knowing it may be rude, but nearly attacking an (unofficial but technical) employee was worse, he thought it fair to walk off, telling Jack he’d get the report and hear from himself or one of the others what the plan was going forward.

While it had been stressful, the two realized fairly quickly they’d both had such a strong reaction to Jack because not only is it a naturally stressful experience (mainly for Will) but also because it’s Jack. This being made more apparent when Beverly had suddenly moved to keep Will from falling off a counter in the lab a few weeks later - Will needing to just catch his breath due to nearly falling. Hannibal had still had a notable reaction though (shoulders slightly raised, more blunt in his tone at first, and moving closer to Will/acting as a barrier more so implicitly). Yet they didn’t leave suddenly and Will had continued his work that day fairly normally, with Hannibal remaining nearby, so not as nearly as strong of a reaction compared to Jack earlier.

This was further proven when Will decided that during a day in - more mundane and no cases, which was rare - that he’d get Hannibal to finally chase him. Will had been bored, unable to work on new lures, the dogs being in and out and besides Winston were too rowdy to safely deal with, and not much else to do. Will began to run around surfaces as Hannibal was reading. Thanks to the add ons Hannibal got so Will could move about easier, and using the coffee table, backs of furniture, etc. he was able to get Hannibal to silently set his book down. Hannibal could tell Will was enticing him, wanting to have a more physical recreation of their old “cat and mouse chase.” Which, who was he to turn down yet another surprise from Will?

Will would swear that if Hannibal had a tail it would have been swinging like a house cat tracking something, his eyes becoming an even more bloody shade of red. Once Will knew he had his attention, he took off towards the floor, where he knew he could get under furniture to prolong the chase. Hannibal, not immediately jumping up, rather watching to see his plan first, had toed off his shoes to be faster, then began the chase.

The chase and stalking lasted for about 15 minutes. During which Hannibal’s antlers had began to be visible, limbs looking more emaciated and longer, revealing that Hannibal was either not focused on maintaining his appearance during the chase or was shedding his human veil for the purpose of seeming more monstrous (possibly to make Will slip up). Didn’t matter which one it was, only that it was just them. Eventually, Will had given away his position on a bookshelf, and had no plan of escape. Will came out from behind the small stag sculpture on the shelf, allowing himself to get quickly swept up. By the time he was caught, Hannibal’s eyes were blood red, antlers longer than Hannibal’s forearms, and his limbs extended + emaciated, with his teeth sharpest they’d been in months. With a slight fuzziness around Hannibal, meaning he really hadn’t been keeping a lid on his veil or himself in check beyond his own nature.

Despite what should be terrifying, astronomically more dangerous than Jack’s mere swipe, Will wasn’t worried, wind slightly knocked out of him by the sudden grab yes, but not fearful. Once grabbed, Will saw Hannibal’s features spike then slowly fade back to what he looked like normally with his human veil tightly sewn on. Hannibal, surprised by how long the chase had been, remained somewhat hopeful that it wouldn’t be a one off thing.

The two going back to relaxing, this time in Hannibal’s study/library. Will going between curling up on the desk, next to Hannibal’s empty hand and book from earlier - Hannibal carefully helping Will relax by massaging the knots and kinks out of Will’s back to the point of him being putty. To then scurry to in crook of Hannibal’s neck & collar bone to lounge. Will moving around periodically to keep himself entertained until Hannibal was heading to cook dinner, once again one of Will’s favorites.

Of course their chases didn’t stop there, Will periodically deciding on days when they usually had little to do, he’d suddenly dash away, and their game would continue until one of them, almost always Will, got tired, or if Will reached a dead end. Then they would go back to what they were doing.

This was somewhat inconvenient at times. Especially when Will decided to run around Hannibal’s office shortly before a patient came in, Mason Verger.

Thankfully, Mason is too self absorbed to notice Will beyond asking Hannibal about his food preferences when he’d possibly picked up on a specific smell (which Hannibal thought he wouldn’t bc again it’s Mason, but because of his piggish nature, smell for him is increased significantly, nowhere near Hannibal’s but enough to smell Will and his, Hannibal approved aftershave/cologne). But beyond the rude remarks, he didn’t see Will quickly retreat to where Hannibal was, across the room. Both slightly tense, but unnoticeable to the untrained eye, until Will was again in Hannibal’s inner handkerchief pocket. With the appointment going the same as usual, Mason being insufferable for an hour.

All of this ends up paying off later during a case though - Jack insisting they join for the arrest, and Will feeling up to it putting them in that situation. In an old warehouse, with unsecured rooms, the assailant, a serial killer, another fae, using different people of different lineages to try and make…. Something. During the arrest, the two had walked in and the perpetrator lunged at Hannibal, causing Will to nearly fall off Hannibal, being placed down quickly as the attacker broke free from his cuffs to try and seemingly steal at least one of Hannibal’s eyes. Will had quickly gotten distance, knowing that he couldn’t fight back. But that mad dash took the assailant’s attention, causing an unprompted chase around the room. While it lasting for less than a minute, the moment the man had nearly grabbed Will before Hannibal had broken the man’s arm - from the bones near his second knuckle to the shoulder joint - and proceeded in dragging him away from Will had been tense.

The two left silently once they saw the man get loaded into an ambulance due to Hannibal’s interference.

Hannibal got a lot more…. Protective (well, possessive) over Will by that point, which didn’t seem to surprise the sassy science trio (more so Jack and Alana were surprised and off put to varying degrees).

They kind of settle into a new normal at this point. Well, normal for them, similar dynamic, but slowly becoming domestic bc it would be really not opportune to remove the scales from the other’s eyes about their nature at this point. So, focusing on finding out what happened/what the two were hit with, is the main focus while working with each other/learning how to be with one another.

Eventually, after enough tests are run and they’re waiting it to hear more news about what is found in the mixture, Hannibal is able to plan a trip to Europe, specifically Florence, with Will obviously accompanying him. While Beverly and Alan take turns watching the dogs. And on their trip, they plan to visit Abigail (she’s been let in on the situation but hasn’t seen the full on perspective).

They obviously travel private, thanks to Hannibal’s connections, and off the two went for a few weeks. And while doing tableau wasn’t out of the question, Hannibal having a set of drawings ready, they’d obviously have to be careful and not do an exact Ripper MO, but they both hoped that maybe this would help them clear their minds before anything else changed, since it seemed no new information would be found for a while.

(And while neither Hannibal or Will would admit it, at least not for a long while out loud, they were enjoying the situation to an extent, Hannibal more so than Will, and hoped that if they figured out what exactly this was, that they’d be able to find a way to control or at least use it again, if Will ever did return to his original state).

That is what I have for now, will definitely update this later. Let me know if yall got any ideas or suggestions to change some details or questions about plot points. This is mainly weeks of sleep deprivation in random bursts mixed with a few of my hyperfixations. I would love to hear some feedback! Thanks for reading.

#looooooooorrreee #hannibal #hannigram #nbc hannibal #will graham #g/t #hannibal lecter #tiny!Will Graham #giant!hannibal #silly little guy #time for cannibalism jokes to be turned up to 11 now that we got tiny graham cracker in the house #Hannibal will never stop the puns #Hannibal g/t

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